Here I can smell the rain

And the city underneath 4 a.m.

It makes no difference to me

It's all below my feet

If desire was a reasonable friend

I would be imaging this

But Saturday has left a vaccum up here

I'm just glad I lfet



I tried to adjust to it

The violence had me erected but none the less cold

Walking up the stairway eleven floors into the appartement

And well inside another world...



However deep your empathy goes

It's hard to get carried away

By drunken confessions

I feel a strange relief knowing

I have ruined everything....