H o w close are we?
		
		
		WHEN 
		    your eyes feel so cold.

Light spurs in all directions,
	Initiating a circular movement,
		In an uncomfortable position.
	But it is mediated,
		By a twirl as loud
			as an after-dinner invitation,
				To a unprotected exhibition.
					Wide angles,
					Short takes
					on a narrow canyon,
All lights cannot be seen from the same lumination.

I just opened my stomach on a train,
	There is no ticket, nor a brain.
		I started to vomit,
			Like a Siberian hermit,
				Finally melt down,
					And going to the summit.
THE GIRL SIT BY ME IS CURIOUS
					more than she needs to be
					more than I ought to see
Are we going to be on time? She asks,
		Sure, I say, no lunch is slowing down the train.

	Moms tell us,
			That
					Eyes are the windows
					     to our souls.
						 
						
						
						 
And everybody knows that.

I see your face
	Hidden in shadows
		Engulfed by smoke
I gently blow past the surface
	With my invisible arrow
		Made from a deep-aged oak
			By my legs!
			By my arms!
I start to see
	Your face start to wallow
		Like that my own I see myself gallowed.

Comedian:
	The only wish I have before I die
		is to
			survive a plane crash.
			
Tragedian:
	The only wish I have right before I die
		is to
			survive a place crash.

It's almost nap time,
	You sit by the clock,
		Look at the lock,
			On your door to an uncommitted crime.
And here comes the chime,
	Nobody is around,
		For the unseen to be drowned,
			Like a young man in his prime.
						Run!

You are out there...awake in your nap time.

IF
	I were a lawyer,


				ALL my clients would be
						BROKE
							by now.

- She's back, monsieur.


- ...
  Okay, now you put this away.
  Remember each bullet has its own slot.


- Oui, monsieur.

It was hard to swallow,
	Objects looks bigger in the mirror,
		You know,
			But the stranger moves along,
		It is no longer a memory
	Of the same night
That nothing else should have happened.

			Where were you?
		Hiding in your hat,
				Or Hand in your hat?