It's tough to find a job,
	But it's tougher
		t
		o
		grind
			your
				mind
					after
						being
							robbed
								.

Intensify
	my ass
		in the morning
		

What will
	a broken lamp
		do?
		
Wait there
	all day long...

Once in a while,
	Small plates grew larger,
		Big hearts grew smaller,
			One is cost,
			One is lost,
		Nebulizing in transit,
	Paralyzing in traffic,
Days are getting shorter, weeks are getting longer.

We were so close,
                 yet never have we met as lovers.

A man is looking at a clock,
	And finds his own arm spin like a rock.
It is ten till twelve,
	With no indication whether
		Midnight is about to knock.
And he takes the arm out of the clock,
	Puts it where he could log,
		And swings up to the block.
Oooh, the door is not locked,
	And nobody is going to mock,
		As he is about to test the stock.

The morning smells like raw fish,
	On the tip of your tongue.
	
			The taste lingers like raw flesh,
		Scintillating your lips.
And
	That soft ground,
		gentle grass,
			soothing soil,
				All be ravished underneath.

Leeeeeetters, e staaaaands foooooor a looooooot,
	Theeeeee moooooooonkeeeeeey issssss noooooot loooooooking.
Buuuuuuuuut noooooboooooody shooooouuuuuld doooooooo
	Juuuuuuuust thaaaaaaaaaaaat,
		Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Yeeeeeeeeees, eeeexaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaactly
		Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell, theen,
	Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat
		maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake iiiiiiiiiiit
sooooooooo looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong?

Seen
From your blind eye
A beam of light
From the back of that retina
Faded into colors
Black and White
Grey and Blue
Suddenly shades of small cracks climb through that open lid
					Sand eye full of blood
					Being swallowed everyday
			  Until you dry your mind like your blind

The street moves toward the centre,
	M walks from his own shoes,
		Never sees the lamp flickering,
			Enters the door,
				Half-locked
				For strangers during this hour.
An old woman answers the door,
	M walks in with his boots clicking,
		Just over the frame of the door,
			Soaked with black water.
M knows this is the night.

The top never stops,
			Bouncing from within
A tap unseen,
		Oh but,
					That seems,
No form
							 Is
			Given
							Whoever
	takes the dance,
Shall 					lead.
			

Vast the sea moves
                  along the coast
                                 where to?
Man with his trampled legs
                          drowning in his own sweat
                                                   alone.
Up the clouds move
                  faster than he could spot
                                           his home.
                  A sudden tilt in the wave
Too late to bemoan.