the last time i checked

my eyes were red and blue

my hands lied still on the table

shouting, breathing the song of never. waiting

for the knife and fork of the selfist tomorrow.

everything was almost stable ...

now the sky is grey, always, forever and the rain seems

to be the second skin of this unpleasance of a city

the four zeroes on the clock tell me it is time

for ...

for what actually?

my eyes are red caught

in this boredom of eternity and absence of love

the last time i checked my silhouette disappeared

from horizon.

::: swallow :::