tear

mmph. bed:
warmer than hand
under the pillow
bearing one cheek
on blue wavy sheets
caressing naked back,
caressing naked legs,
caressing naked feet.

hmm. turn around:
see the white ceiling,
hear the distant horn,
feel the morning breeze.

mm. you got your sleep:
a good night’s sleep.
what a relief to weep
after a good night’s sleep.

the unsuccessful interrogation of fich-molte

huh? hah! bah!
ye kint mæyk mey knfes -
ye kint mæyk mey tù tell ya
dit ey kek mey selfe awry dey!
sheyt sheyt sheyt!
dit awry mo'ning ey wæp mey s
wit a pees i thor off
da u-ni-verseeeeeeee!
eik eik eik!

Touch

You can’t argue with tentacles
They choose when to come,
They choose when to go –
One carresses your cheek,
The other crawls behind your neck,
Several prob your chest:
To see if you really live.

Do not fear to breathe,
You cannot fool them,
By doing not.

Just lay bare the device
Which makes you live
Then the tentacles
Will form a unison,
And cover you
Like a mother’s quilt.

Yes, they do not touch there
You should know why?
Hey, did you not lay it bare?
You wretch! You liar!
There is nothing can be done for you.
See, tentacles begin to break apart:
Now they will enter every part
Of you.

By and by

Look, I don’t know
Anything, I just woke
Up, with a little hangover;
A quick shower I had, and
Breakfast I made,
Then I went to school,
Chatted with my friends, I
And I –
What?
It’s bullshit, you know:
“ordinary people live
to be written about,” eh?
What nonsense –