by the skin of my teeth
I feel my body and void
set in motion
station names drift past
from beijing to benelux
a glum shimmer of pouring rain
a tunnel of love
human bodies
I tried hard to remember
a favour that was asked of me
but there was nothing
but empty thoughts
a note was passed around the cell
a new note, another new note
a false note in a sad grey city
the mouth opens
words flesh
good day mate
the decline of memories
In a decade of decades
as the moon begins
to penetrate the sun
we arrive at an urban dead zone
leaning on the numbers
there’s gravel in the latrine
crushed flowers
an exit in ruins
the cicadas in turin sing