is this how it works?
so easy
so simple
so silent
...
I am tired of my morning torturer
dragging me out of my warm bed
throwing me into the morning ritual
of washing, of dressing
...
the air was cool inside
the church,
but felt heavy.
he lay in the coffin
...
we lie on the grass
in the late afternoon sunlight
the breeze rustles the leaves
of a scorched palm tree
...
beba don’t hassle me today
because I have the low down blues.
...
I got off work
rode my bike home
and lay naked on my bed.
a nice night wind
...
It’s a hot day outside
I come out of the shower
with my hangover still
hanging on me like a
...
I was walking down an alley
huddled in my raincoat.
the streets were deserted,
cold and dark.
...
the sun shines on my
hangover head.
I´ m sprawled in an easy chair
at a terrace of a building
...