I am beyond the point of thinking about
if it's blood or paint under my nails.
Once you have learnt to live on poison
and finish unfinished food you can start
to pay attention to the immanence of spring.
Animals are not your friends. The farthest
place away you can imagine is still too near
for me. In a room, in the rain, in the place
we began, are dreams of a summer
where the sun is shining still.
I am beyond the point of thinking about love.
It is such a clumsy word to sing
and always sounds so out of tune.
This small village has only a few places to walk
so tell me about myself.
Animals are not your friends. If you look
hard enough you will find a reason why.
At night dark holes stare up at the sky
and the lights in the houses go out —
an all too sudden departure.
"Nothing will ever grow."