circa 2020

gosh,
in a park
in the dark
beer
cigarettes
whisk[e]y;self blended;
an amalgam of three; posh, posh, bottom shelf
in gazebo/pagoda/rotunda
bright light, beetles
big big grins
candid conversation
cut to
grass, dirt
an end to cigarettes
and end to conglomerate whisk[e]y
a walk
for a bit, cab ride the rest,
We drink passion pop and you,
gosh, you just dig on everything in my room
and you grokk it without trying
your voice is like music and you are effortless
attempting to repair my saxophone...
you are a song stuck in my head, sweet and lyrical

bleak and optimistic~
mela, mela, mela, mela, melancholia melancholia, mon cher
mela, mela, mela, mela, melancholia
schwebt über der neuen stadt und über dem land...
...die neuen tampel haben schon risse künftige ruinen einst wächst gras auch über diese stadt über ihrer letzten schicht...was ist die befindlichkeit des landes?