april 17th, (i) April 17

climbing slowly a wall
if i can’t understand what the world looks like
I want to know what it reads like
roaming the streets
breeding turtles in my tummy
fresh ideas for disaster
why should I remember Cupid?

I can wait, but how long?
you have your own pace – you can’t snap shut the symphony
“close the window” “hide away with me”
“synchronize your heart with mine”

listening to someone talk on the phone,
“not that again!”

when will trains crash and the liquid smoke
flow over my open wound?

every train station is asking for trouble,
when I am angry
I can make you beg for forgiveness.