I hate cars passing
under my window like sea crabs
running thru rain
the wind brings familiar smells
from the old restaurant
across the street
my brain craves snow
I stare at the phone in vain
no rings this evening no soul
nobody knows I’m here
but the brown ageless cat
on my couch
exquisitely ignoring me
I stay here in my bubble; i’m watching THE WORLD.
It’s all so sudden, i can’t find the right word...
The people are running and running;
Even the time is running too
With the minuts and the seconds in his bag...
I try watching throught
This storm , but right now i choose to wag...
The wind is passing by,
A bird is screaming,
The sun is kind of shy,
The rain is hiding,
a friend once told me
never ever fall in love with a poet
he'll eat your eyes at breakfast
have your heart cooked for lunch
and in the evening he'll listen
quietly your laments
while drinking a glass full of tears
your tears
now this shit might be true or not
one thing's for certain
i've since written some poems
and always been keeping an empty glass nearby
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