Hotel, Cream.
Lights, Onions
and,
ON,
or?
Dada-songs that
slap!
Beat.
They beat the wind, they.
Beat me
Just to forward
Mum and Good.
in the middle of my eye
The cream
rock, sour
Oh, my Dear, You Dream!
You wish it were food
but in the end
just a lonesome wood.
Just your face
washed out, rain,
a stain
Stay here, I’ll be the same.
You box your pain
then
forget all of this,
in the end
all you seek
is peace.
It took
a whole life
to understand
what I never got.
lamentina 