a beautiful Russian woman
with kind eyes and strong hands
grabs me before i slip on
dirty ice
and asks me if i am lost
i want to say
that this feels like home and
she is my first friend
later, i am drinking in a narrow
bar, the linoleum and zinc
are making love to the TV
with a football match
nobody really cares about
Dinamo still sucks even
on a brand new screen they look
like last year
We're just here
and i drink what everybody else does
they still know i don't belong
I have one pan and some tumblers,
someone left a pot in the
cupboard, which i plan to annex and
add to my growing empire
There are 3 plates, and now i laugh at
my ambition but secretly
hope that i will need even more
There are yellow lights
that make the snow look like sewage
trees are fighting back from
inside their black metal cages
I know the language
can read the signs and
feel aware, but
not included while i know
that these belonging to others
is the only warmth
that matters here.
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