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Miscellaneous
On Hands
Mold on the walls,
the crack in the ceiling
Arguing with the neighbors,
the smell of wet cardboard
The boxes empty bottles,
the piles of dirty laundry
Used coffee filters,
and a smelly mattress
Anxiously sweating,
my sheets are soaked
And I always wanted to know
if you are thinking of me now
Slept through the night for months,
didn't want to go anywhere
I was tossing and turning feverishly
and I wasn't hungry tranquil
But something is coming
Something is rustling in the air
I don't see any connections yet
But I feel a warm sigh
The records from the sleeves,
the books from the cupboard
The shuddering buzz,
because the heating knob was stuck
The washed out sink
from pissing early in the morning
And the never emptied ashtray,
stolen from the pub
The toilet glasses are broken
I stood on them
I wanted to hang myself
when you left
But the rope wasn't that strong,
so I didn't make it
And the gas was turned off
because I hadn't paid
But something is coming
There something rustles in the air
I don't see any connections yet
But I feel a warm sigh
I always cherish you
You are my silent rumor
I dream of distant lands
Fleeing together