First was the garbage truck
Later a drunken singing
then the damn phone rang
neighbors began to fuck like crazy
rain fell asleep like an airplane
clock ticking in the kitchen yelled my head
became a roller coaster
more nervous I got lit
radio
smoked in the window walls scratched with teeth
calendar dates crossed out
where you are not embraced the devil
neighbors were fucking someone decided to share their music
clock noise grew louder and I
would break into pieces
sleep was how to fix Japan nuclear plant:
something fucked
finished surrendered. exhausted. and bleeding. Precicipio
in the middle of it
bed some nights and I could only do one thing:
think of you.
