Herman Van Veen
Miscellaneous
Got it crazy.
In the mirror,
who is that man
with my face?
One more drink ,
one last sip,
then I'll hang myself.
Joop, one more
before the end,
one match, and I leave
like the smoke of a cigarette.
Press seven,
that's my number
and the jukebox plays Baby blue
and Baby blue, god still
was just as sweet as you.
Joop, if I had not gone to the right
but to the left that day.
>If I had said
yes at that moment instead of no
or no instead of yes.
Joop, if I had
the truth in that conversation said,
if it had all been like that, Joop,
then I would be a different person now
and so would the world.
Birds whistle
like flat tires.
/>My illusions flee
through the holes in my head.
Light from outside,
a cyclist rides past
with a tombstone on the back.
Joop, as If I had not let myself be taken on that day,
if I had refused at a certain moment,
then everything would have been different now.
Joop, if I had had said the truth at that moment,
if everything had been like that, Joop,
then I would be a different person now
and so would the world.
It's terrible ,
I am sober.
This world is not mine.
Phrases that I should have said then
are only now coming to mind.
But what never was is,
never will have been, Joop,
that only now hurts me.

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