Clouds like ice on water
Shield holding heat
Between the ground and
Itself
Car is here for the
Container
I am the cold mouthful of
Coffee I throw on a smoking
Sigarette **** on the
Concrete, remembering
Back home
Back then
It was you who decided when
The break was over
So it never was a
Break
It was a laidback lifestyle
Always between two
Achievements
Until remaining
Stationary got too much
For your young, impatient side
(That always dragged us down
Into infantility)
I loved your all, but that part
Being gone with the rest of
You, is the silence after a
Container-car having sqreeched
Tons of metal along tarmac,
Then hoisting,
Then driving off, making room
For another quiet
Coffee
Break.
