All night restaurant, Norh Kildonan. Luke warm coffee tastes like soap. I trace you outline in spilled sugar, killing time and killing hope. This brand
Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means
You always stole all my last words. Here's no exception then, one more for me to send. And nothing happens in the end. I'm thinking of you less, more
Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting the air. Full of failing foreign tongue, my dialect of stammer come undone. I've
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to
The night's a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow. A blue glow from the tv again, the cutains never open, faces
: Settembre, tu mi hai lasciato con un messaggio, e io non ti ho detto niente: le cose giuste non hanno un gran bisogno di parole... Ottobre, oggi