19/06/87

he is walking quietly
slowly
across the bridge which spans over
his restless despair
the river
looks so wet in the rain
and the birds in the water
have brought joyous pursuit they
have clear meaning but they confused it
with sacrifice

he is walking aimlessly
slowly across the sky while his neglect
is fixed on the ground such a wonderful
heavensent shower this is it is
soaking the mind
it's a worldly world it's a bridge he
walks across it's a water worth in
reality only a smile
slowly he walks

the haze doesn't clear yet
in the distance but as the soothing liquid
is running outside and inside
his hopeful body his temper
has lost its
imagination
what a pity ooh
and his fingers gently touch the railing
had only somebody seen
that at this time he was an angel.

the light shone through my eyelids straight into my soul into my central nervous system
and i asked the lamp post standing next to me
isn't life full of complexity
the answer i received was fluttered
and overwhelmed, aghast, it burnt out
and my palms were suddenly
becoming a pillow
so i rested my baffled nose and cheek and second rib
while slowly he was
crossing
the bridge?