POEMS
Kicks, tricks, rhymes and utter rambling to kill the day
I’m stoned
On a boat
And I see at a table
On the other side
Of the boat
An old man talking
About some Thai dish
He had with Hungarian sauce
Chinese mustard
And a big ass fish
And after the talk
Michael Jackson started playing
And we both
Looked at each other
In the eyes
And we both started
To bounce our heads
To Michael Jackson
And we both kept
Staring
As we bounce
At the same time
Both high as a kite
On a boat
And it cracked me up
And I tried not to laugh
While the other guy
Was doing
The exact same thing
And then I saw
This other boat
Passing our boat
Where one guy
Looked exactly like
Jesse Pinkman
From Breaking Bad
And now I don’t even know
What to do on
This boat anymore
Because all I can
Think of
Is that Chinese mustard
From downtown Budapest
While this woman
Sings in boat space
About the greatest answer ever
{Utrecht, June 2023}
I’m sitting in the train station
Waiting for that train
To put me in a capsule
Bring me back from where I came
The place to remain
Until I am complete again
The breezy breeze is breezing through my eyes
Reminds me of the ocean nearby
And the time standing by
I walk inside the capsule
To take me through both space and time
Through the Universe collide
As the train’s new tenant
I take a break from the present
Retrospecting my mind
While in the prospective time
Letting my memories chime
As I’m sitting in that train
Freed from the mental chain
Away from the past pain
Close to what I deem my claim
I’m back in high school
Reeling through the different days
With a beer can in my hand
Worth a few dimes
Surrounded my friends, laughter
And our epic cheesy banter
As the wheels kept a rolling
On their endless tracks
Tunnels, bridges, villages and valleys
They all stretch on one side
On the other side
Windy rivers and mighty crescents
Going up but never growing
I take a bite from my mom’s sandwich
Local ham with sweet peppers
On white loaf with butter
All fresh
I sure can’t forget the taste of it
Not a million years I can’t
As the reeling in the years went on
I switched to a different timespan
The college days
And the people that went
Along the way
This time it had to be about the teachers
The gurus
The knowledge mystics
The information magicians
Passing on facts
Terms
And formulas
To every generation
Day
After day
Year
After year
Time
After time
Distinctly I remember
The times with these guys
How everyone gave their moments
To make us brighter
Wiser
Sharper
Altogether just a tiny little smarter
One by one
I remembered
All of those who made
A lasting impression
From the eccentric
Nutty Dutch teacher
To the mad artsy scientist
Business English fella
To the rad Economics guy
Telling stories all the time
And getting drunk with them students
To the handsome statistics gentleman
Whom they all called the Playboy Man
These people gave their times
So we, student, could create our own
Live accordingly through them
Echoing the moments, evermore
Wasting time, nevermore
Now, back in the train
The present to regain
Back in the capsule
To take me through both space and time
Through the Universe collide
Prospecting my mind
Inspecting my time
Letting the current moment chime
It was that moment
When I stepped outside my door
I knew it was going to rain
The clouds were darker
Than my twisted psycho humor
I look up in the skies
And 2 rain drops
Fall straight into my eyes
As if the fat grey clouds
Wanted to just piss on me
What the fuck, man
I’m going back home
Blast some weird jazz core
Pretend I’m in some cliché lore
White sheets
White pillows
White walls to stare at
White clouds loafing
Just like we do on the sheets
Black hair I see
A whole lot of it
It’s bigger than my beard
Brown beard, unshaved, untrimmed
Homeless like
Or in other words, hipster influencer
But this black furry fuzzy fluffy thing
Almost looks at me
I can see some eyes hidden, winking
Like a chinchilla or a scruffy small Manila
Fluffy dark monster type of thing
Spawned for joys and wars to bring
I stop staring at the fur
Trying not to blurr
I Look up to the actual eyes
“You got a problem?”
She asked me
“Absolutely not” I told her.
“Why are you staring then?”
She kept inquiring.
She really wanted to know
“It’s bigger than my beard”
I told her
“And I haven’t shaved in 3 months”
No answer
Just more staring
More frowning
So I kept on going
“The jungle is so big
You can hide the whole Viet Cong in there”
Napalm won’t do this time”
Silence
I try not to giggle
But I do it anyway
I look at the white walls
White clouds loafing on the heated sky
Then I stare back into the jungle
Chinchilla fur blinking
Where the ships are all sinking
And my pistol dives winking
I look into the eyes again
No words given
I smile
“Screw you”
She told me
So I jump back
Into the dense jungle
For a new blues to mumble
It’s time to slow down, dear traveler
Have some rest,
You’ve come a long way
With the speed
Of a rocket
On an interstellar freeway
You are weary, you are tense
Sit down, have some sense
Have a hot bowl of noodles
Or a flamboyant glass
Of fruity red delicious wine
Yes, my dear traveler
A small treat, a nice retreat
After a long distance
And a strong leap
Over so many things so hip
You think too much, dear traveler
Sometimes forgetting that
You need to do just two things
Breath and eat
And the rest
Will just sort itself out
But do those two things
And do them well
With care and hope
So you can proudly cope
With everything else
Everything’s waiting for you, dear traveler
All the cool things, to find them
Bind them, have them
In the vapor of your own realm
That keeps expanding
Expanding evermore
Clear turquoise waters
Crispy green forests
Queer shadows of hopes
From tomorrow, today and yesterday
Golden fresh mountains
With soft silver tops
Rough pathways
And blue streams coming
From down under
Bullshit thoughts
Bring bullshit vibes
Bullshit vibes bring bullshit people
Bullshit people bring bullshit experiences
That make your whole life
A whole bunch of nonsense
Switch the frequency,
Change the stream
Climb the ladder of higher consciousness
To the upper realm
Of sophisticated celebration
Where the higher self
Has no date of expiration
You see no more frustration
As your mind enjoys the sweet penetration
Into the stellar hidden empire
Destined for those who seek
Those who wait
Those who make it real
Those who breath and eat
Those who don’t have to cheat
Those who keep their soul neat
Those who inspire you, me, them
Everybody
So, dear traveler,
Sit at the round table
Enjoy the fire
And the rays
Of the new rising sun
Will show you
Everything there is to know
So just eat and breath
And the truth will find you
Dinner’s getting cold, traveler
Shake your thoughts
Tomorrow never knows, traveler
I’m going too, now
Keep still
Future’s uncertain
And no one knows
What’s behind the curtain
I see stones
I see temples
I see the green valley
Lying right ahead
I see Thailand
In the blue distance
The monks join me
Flashing their orange outfits
In a place
Where everything fits
I chop down the scene
With the blade of my mind
Pick up the bits
And build a raft
To float, float, float
Downstream going
My whole being there throwing
Into the land
With ribbons of euphoria
I stand on the stone
Pretend to be a human temple
The spider crawls
I don’t see it
Crawls on me, the human temple
Standing still and gentle
He bites me
I’m dead
I wake up again
On a raft
Which tells me
I should make a new draft
For this new life’s craft
We went outside
As darkness crept once again
On the same familiar streets
But it wasn’t any night
For it was that one time
When mother Earth completed
Another full rotation
In the form of space flotation
Around the same old
Light giving ball of fire
Me and my poet buddy
Entered the realm of fantasy
As all we could see
Were all sorts of fairies,
Dandies
Beauty queens
Slick machos
Wizards and witches
With or without stitches
Spawned from various corners
Some from across different borders
We enter a pizza joint
We grab the menu and inspect
Analyze and characterize
Every single type of pizza
We could see
We spend a good while
Thinking what to get
What to enjoy
What would be the best damn option
What combination of ingredients
Would satisfy our taste buds
In the best way possible
Should it be this cheese
Or that cheese?
What kind of pesto
And which mushrooms?
Decisions, decisions
But then it hit us
The answer was always there
Looking straight at us
The answer was lying in the question
Which made the question itself obsolete
We both looked at each other
And agreed on pizza pepperoni
It was looking at us
And we were looking right at it
From the very first second
We knew from the very beginning
Long before stepping into that place
That pizza pepperoni would be the answer
To solve that existential dilemma
We were lying to ourselves
Looking at other pizza types
Trying to reach new hypes
While deep down
All we ever wanted
Was pizza pepperoni
So simple, so eclectic
A symbolic and eternal pizza item
That would never go away
A thick soft dough
Covered in tomato sauce
And Mozzarella cheese
Where several pepperoni slices
Live all together
In perfect harmony
That’s all it really takes
To make the 2 of us
Be grateful for a day well spent
For Earth completing once again
Another successful rotation
Around the Sol Invictus
As called by the Romans
Rotation which for some reason
Made so many people
Act like all sorts of characters
And bring to life the fairy land
Surrounding us
But not even all those fairies
Sharing that space with us
Had the power to distract us
From the sacred yet simple
Pizza pepperoni
We thought we wanted more
We thought about ordering
Something special
Something we didn’t try before
Something to summon a new lore
And give new sensations to our core
But it turned out it had to be
Only pizza pepperoni
Only that and nothing more
Deep down we’re all the same
Saying inside the same old name
And what do we say?
Pizza pepperoni
For that is what we are
Deep inside we’re all the same
And what are we?
Pizza pepperoni
A simple mix of basic ingredients
That get us going
And that are enough
For a tasty life
Where the presence of fairies
Isn’t always a must
Just an occasional lust
A new year is right
Around the corner
And every bite
Of the pizza pepperoni
Brings us closer
To a new resolution
For we had just realized
That we are what we eat
And what are we?
That’s right
Pizza pepperoni
I sit right behind them
A glass wall separates us
I see them
I see the couple
They don’t see me
In fact
They don’t even see each other
They see screens
They see trends
But not their friends
I move somewhere else
So not to see that
I didn’t dig that
For some reason
They noticed it
She looked at me
Moving away 2 meters
She frowned
I grinned
In front of my new place
A new couple is spawned
Brought by the Sunday night commotion
They order some artisanal sodas
Fancy shit in cocktail glasses
She makes a picture
Of the soda next to the glass
With some pink liquid in it
And then she drops the can
Not once but twice
Two burgers arrive
For the two zombies
She removes the upper bun
And starts cutting the rest
I become too observant
And see the things
I don’t want to see
When my order
Got forgotten
And I had to remind again
Some lousy waiter
About the order from
40 minutes ago
As I listen
To the furious kid
Making a scene
Two tables away
And his mom shuts down
The little brat
With even more furry
Creating a better scene
Juicy, spicy, crunchy, well-done
I’m here all fascinated
By the Sunday night eating out
Hoping to get some bacon burger
Soon
Very
Very
Soon
So the Universe decided
That I should lose my red bandana
So I was made to forget it twice
But I always went back for it
The Universe didn’t like that
So it made me lose my shades
And even made a monkey bite me
To get me busy with vaccines
And insurance papers
And all that stuff
But none of that mattered
For it didn’t make me lose my bike
As I was cycling on the red dusty roads
Among temples with motives
Of dancing ladies with big titties
And drawings of the cosmic empire
They were all there with me
Looking at me
Probably laughing as I failed miserably
To befriend their monkeys
Their ancestral companions
That probably bit them too.
The only difference was
That there weren’t vaccines back then
Yet again
The cosmic empire might’ve been founded
Through the miracle of rabies
One of the greatest tragedies
Is losing your friends of old
Who fell into the materialistic trap
And other self-tyrannical crap
Once upon a time
Walking clad in the veils
Of juvenile laughter
Full of shining character
Just to become
The screaming bores
With rotten cores
Hysterical over not closing a window
Fearing that their Siamese cat
Would be so stupid
As to jump into the plain street
And get smashed into hell knows what
Or simply get kidnapped
By malicious aliens
And screaming their souls
Because of the smooth touch
Of their 200$ plant
Forever agitated
Often times frustrated
Life has only just begun
Yet they succumbed already
Into the fancy cage
The tomb of consumerism
The walking cadavers they are now
Piled against each other
The neighborhood calls for a siege
To bring them back to life
For a new kind of strife
Ignite the flame
And regain the childish fame
Into a colorful frame
Drunk as a skunk
Hiding dead bodies in the trunk
As the wheels of destiny
Keep a rolling
In the god forsaken land
Of the new rising sun
The pleasures ahead are uncertain
As we don’t know what lies behind the curtain
Curtain of dreams
Whip cream and fancy gleam
And Bolts of lightning
In the realm of decadence
Souls are open
With the key
Of the new wave of conscience
Summoned by the wheels of fire
Fire from desire
Desire to aspire
New dreams, new acts, new facts
About the daily dose
Of greens, reds and yellows
Smokey fires of blue
And Clear skies of purple
Concerts of silence are heard
Trains rolling in space are seen
Intergalactic submarines
And the virtual newspapers
About the drugs they do
On Venus and Mars
They all come together
In blissful and sensual harmony
The new wave is coming
Closer and closer and closer
Not today, not tomorrow
But it’s right there
Right there indeed
Right now as we bleed
Just around the corner
Of the new dimension
Where the singing, the dancing, the music
And the everlasting joys of existence
Prevail beyond the shadow
And the flame of sorrow
I always fancied trains
There would always be an element of surprise
You would meet someone or see something
That would improve your day tremendously
My favorite trains were the cheap provincial ones
That would never miss any village
And that would keep you away
From the atrocities of modern infrastructure
As you were drifting through the purest form
Of human surroundings.
Here I was sitting in my compartment
Together with a middle-aged woman
And two blond blue-eyed beautiful children
One of them was the curious type
Moving up and down, left and right
Conquering the world
Setting his foot print everywhere he roamed.
I liked that
His mother didn’t
“Stop that! Can’t you see you are disturbing other people?” She said.
The kid would stop
For about 30 seconds
Then he would start all over
Until his mother said the same thing.
This loop would go on for half an hour
Until the mother drew the final card
She yanked the kid with rage and fury in her eyes
“If I snap you your brains will fly out!” She yelled.
Meanwhile I was gazing through the window
At a view that told me everything I needed to know
I am the river
Which flows
Into cotton candy
Beneath the black masks
Of mysterious euphoria
Unseen and unheard of
I’m the gold pot
Left hidden
So it won’t be found
By the corporate
Tattooed leprechaun
The masked criminal
Steals from the mermaid
In the clouds
And the cave troll
Shoots heroin
On the Mongolian coast
While the fairies have toast
Across the hill
And on the frost
I’m waiting still
For the mayhem with mercy
And the coins of lead
Rolling in a race
Never stopping
Never hiding
Sick again
But never dead
The lighter sets the cigarette
On fire
I suck the juice out of it
And drop it
Pick it up and try again
That cigarette
Was a long time coming
It felt like the best cigarette
In the world
Now back on track
Trying to find a new life hack
I’m getting the kicks
From the everlasting juicy licks.
The man with the guitar
Creates the voice of immortality.
Every sacred note
Wrought by the nylon strings
Spawns a soothing ghost
That seeks refuge
In the ears of the present spirits
Both seen and unseen
We’re one with the groove
The unseen magic of this hollowed space
Sweeps away the dark night
Of our fragile souls
One man, one guitar
One piece of sweaty flesh
One piece of dead tree with 6 plastic strings
That’s all it takes
To create infinite ecstasy
To summon the realm of fantasy
From all the things
That I could’ve possibly chosen
On that one grey morning of November
I chose to phase out on a bench
Eating vanilla ice cream
While reeling through the years
Of my existence
Spawning the thoughts I have thought
The places I’ve been to
The songs and lullabies I’ve heard
The tall and lonesome block
Across the pond across my bench
Fits right into the momentum
Gained by my little mind’s adventure
This whole saga
Of travelling everywhere
While standing still
Is interrupted by some children
Appearing from across the hill
They have no chill
Asking for no bill
They want to know my name
My purpose
I tell them about my times
Give them a few rhymes
They oblige and I grin
For a pleasure so thin
I bid farewell to the young souls
And throw the ice-cream wrap into the bin
Resuming thus my persistence
Over the daily adversities
And beyond
I saw the monument
Made the timelapse
Conquered the sunset
Putting the curtains
To the end of the day’s delights
I stared at the man in the red
shirt
Running on the stairs
Up and down and sideways
Stairs of hope
To high mental altitudes
Through exotic longitudes
It was another end
Another bend
Of society’s fierce trend
Another end
For you and me, my friend
As Mother Earth is pregnant
Once again
With a new sweet blend
There’s a place they call Sedona
In the state of Arizona
Where boys and girls hangout
Just to have a freak-out
Discussing all the weird thoughts
Connected by the blue dots
Ideas that mess up society
While ignoring all sobriety
You don’t find this place yourself
But the place finds you itself
And when the time is just right
The gates shall open bright
And the LSD angel descends
Grabs your hand and then ascends
To all the great fantastic colors
That you just can’t buy with dollars
Now, here you are, the chosen being
In the place where skies are singing
I waited in line
For God’s delights
At the local pastry shop
Got myself a cheese pie
A Quatro Fromaggi warm slice
And a little drinking yoghurt
The vendor there told me: “Good Job!”
“I thought so too, man!”
“I would’ve gotten the exact same thing, I swear.”
I told him to keep the change
And walked around aimlessly
Eating the pizza slice
A simple casual vice
I took a bite from the sunrise
And deemed myself
The ruler of the Universe
Time kept a rolling
The cigarette smoke
Kept a flowing
And the wayward ways
Were cast upon me
And the people of the sort
Another day
Another sun
Another song
Another rise
Of the human spirit
In the attempt
To defeat and conquer
The existential dilemma
Another cigarette
Smoked out of spite
Or boredom
Or both
Another sleepless night
Caused by the mind
Who then decided
To spawn an idea
That might change the world
Or only the world
Of the one who spawned it
I am shown a rainbow duck
And I find that groovy
The kid who showed it to me
Finds it groovy too
So we both rejoice
Both our worlds
Intersected in a nice genuine moment
I guess worlds can be changed
I’m thinking about it
That dreamy ultra idealistic super
kid
Who watches cartoons
And reads comics
All day, all night
Breakfast to midnight snack
He thinks he can do all that
So one day he stands
On the edge of the window
While daddy makes his shift at the
Chinese factory
And mommy watches Spanish series
on Swedish furniture
And the little human is right
there
And jumps
Trying to do that Spiderman thing
But it doesn’t really go that way
He goes rather the concrete way
And creates a whole lasagna
On the pavement
Next to the lady with dementia
Walking her chihuahua
Drinking her leafy potion
And that’s just the way it goes
The time flies, the river flows
But not the life of that kiddo
Macabre disaster
Out of juvenile fantasy
Escape from this server
Spawn to another
And try again, kiddo
Maybe use some codes this time
A mosquito came by swiftly
In my corner while cooking
So, obviously and undoubtedly
I wanted to kill the little fucker
So I adjust my aim
With my almighty slipper
To end the short life
Of this wretched creature
But the little bastard
Escaped from the clutches of death
And disappeared as if into oblivion
Away in my room
Away from a terror
Away from a disastrous ending
Away from reincarnating
Into a less hated creature
Hit or miss
I guess sometimes I miss, huh?
So the night goes on
Forgetting that I had
A little visitor hiding
Somewhere in my property
But right before I go to sleep
What do my evil eyes seek?
The little visitor once again
Was overstaying his welcome
On the dry wall
Hit or miss
But this time I don’t miss, huh?
And the wall gets decorated
As my room gets liberated
From a guest that won’t be missed
I smiled, widely and proudly
As once again I’m left alone
Alone in this night, alone in this room
Alone with my lamp, my books
My music, my groove
Alone with a dead bastard
That thought he could live there
By my side
Without paying rent
But I proved him wrong
And that was good enough for me
Another day, another breeze
Another hot bowl
Of crab noodles
Served with a warm smile
To put the soul at ease
Another day, another snack
Another guy who’d given up
And traded everything
To build his dream
From a smoke of crack
Another day, another blend
Another dandy gentleman
Who smokes fat cigars on a terrace
By the clear blue water
Just like in the good old-fashioned trend
Another day, another spice
Another café filled
With people standing still
Enslaved by their own device
Another day, another cloud
Another post on social networks
That nobody gives a crap about
But everyone pretends for a brief second
That they actually did
Another day, another wheel rolling
Another group of old friends
Meeting in that same old place
With the same old memories
Photo camera rolling
Fancy dresses showing
For the new year coming
Another day, another act
Another sleepless night
Where the eternal sunshine
Of the spotless mind
Is proven once again
To be intact
Once upon a time
In a place
Across the crusty Balkans
And the dark blue Danube
There lived in a village
A charming drunk fuck
Who always had
The best time
The rest of us
Where busy working
Ploughing, picking,
Building things
While this dude
Was always travelling
Across the rivers
Of homemade liquor
Flooding his complex mind
He would always sing
To express his joys to bring
While pulling his little cart
We always asked him
When would he finish
The village windmill
Because he kept bragging
About repairing
That God forsaken
Village windmill
And he would always say
He would finish the job
The next day
One day this legend of a drunken man
Died and left us into a bleaker village
The windmill wasn’t finished
But what was finished
Was the special joy
Of seeing this guy everyday
Singing and smiling
Drinking and blinking
In alcohol sinking
So the man in rags
Met the priest with bags
One haggled and begged
One argued and frowned
The one in rags
Didn’t stop
Didn’t give up
Something he wanted
Out of the preacher of God
But the preacher of God denied
And turned as red
As Satan’s own flame
The advocate of the church
Was followed hither and thither
By the most determined
And ambitious hobo
One could ever think of
Cursed he did
In the name of the Almighty
Yet the priest remained true to
itself
And out of all the things
He said and summoned
No saint nor hell nor devil
Was ever mentioned
The hobo made rituals
Kissed the filthy floor of the old
tram
Swore allegiance
And eternal dedication
For the monastery up the hill
Prayed and prayed and prayed
Yet nothing came
He left the priest
And told him
He drank the wrong beer
I was standing in the old park
The sanatorium of my childhood
The everlasting bastion
Of youthful mysteries
Bold ambitions
Bad romances
Juvenile wickedness
Bitter truths
Disturbing revelations
And fancy gleams of twisted dreams
As I’m inhaling the timeless
ephemeral essence
The art of doing nothing
Comes right at me
It surrounds me
It penetrates me
From cheeks to bones
To the stones under my toes
And not even my monkey thoughts
Can come in the way
Of the miracle of doing nothing
Soon enough a shy caressing voice
Summons a whisper in the abyss
Of my still and sleepy mind
Which says: “Remember, thou art
mortal!
Remember, thy image will but
vanish
Erased from this world’s bleak
page
And the screams
The cries
The lies
The good and evil lines
About thee
Disappear will they too”
The voice succumbed
And I was seized once again
By the same deal
And wished for a cup of tea
Thinking about the cigarette
Smoked on the silver mountain.
Hope is when you see
The castle on the hill
Shining right besides
The blue Danube
Minutes before dawn
Hope is when a stranger kid
Waves at you
At the airport
For no reason at all
Hope is when your good buddy
Gives you his last cigarette
Before you hop on a bus
Which will get you
At the other side of the continent
Over glamorous capitals
And across green mountains
Hope is when your long lost friend
From college
Welcomes you to his shack
With beers, cocaine and joints
And an eccentric weird cat
Which has a cat scratch fever
Hope is when you see
That hot chick in pink
With emerald green eyes
Sitting next to you
At the Budapest train station
Hope is when you lose
Every last bit
Of faith in you
Me
Them
Everyone
Just to let the soulshine
Set the scene
Into a mundane rainy Tuesday
I’m thinking about the Psychopath
Sitting by the new laundromat
Who gives a shiny little pearl
To the dancing sweet girl
Who walks around prancing
Always at the sky glancing
Who sets a cunning prank
For the man sitting in the tank
Oh, how we all sing
About the things to cling
Like martial arts
And apple tarts
Autumn grass and New York jazz
Flowers are put on the tanks
Spawned from the proud banks
As I was finding my way home
Through the hot concrete jungle
A little girl stops me
To share some snack with me
I gladly accept the offer
We didn’t speak each other’s languages
And we didn’t need to
Everything that had to be said
Was just right there
So now I write this poem
About the little girl
Sharing the snack
While I was coming back
To my cozy little shack
Looking for a new hack
That didn’t involve smoking crack
So I keep looking at that one castle
Erected in the middle of that one lake
Where that one warrior showed up
Before the battle of his life
And the lonesome turtle came around
And gave the warrior a sword
As a lucky charm for the battle
So the warrior took the turtle’s sword
Went to battle and won
So he made this castle on the lake
To honor the turtle or sword or both
And everyone loved that
Because now everyone was free
And everyone was drinking rice liquor
And mango smoothies
And smoked from those long ass pipes
And the turtle liked that too
And even joined them a few times
And everyone loved the turtle too
And even today they’re still thankful
For the hero turtle
A hero for fun
Justice warrior in disguise
Lucky charm in the battle
Where the enemies’ balls began to rattle
For they could not match
The turtle’s sword
Which gave its owner the last word
It was just a bit past midnight
As I was wandering the central streets
Streets filled with pieces of broken glasses
Scattered by the ones with broken lives
Broken lives with memories forgotten
Nameless here and there, young and old
Nameless now, before and after
Past the broken glasses
A young maiden gently passes
Maiden on the bike, with haste she passes
Terror in her eyes, eyes colored in blue
As the sky which knows no queue
What’s the hurry, where’s the rush?
What soul you want to crush?
Clearly you’ve forgotten
What is called the walk of life
And not at all the run of life.
The maiden keeps on rushing
On the two wheels and the blue eyes watching
As I keep on walking
Through streets with broken glasses
Where the times of bums are passing
Carrying the memories they’ll try to remember
Yet they’ll be forgotten
Only a bit past midnight