Talking
About Her
I glimpsed a camera in the crowd,
It had been shooting us,
It would be a slashing maniacal thriller,
Before we wrote the script,
We knew,
It’d have the Hollywood happy ending,
I would be a savior,
You would be a killer,
Your role would be the lead,
If they had known about us,
They would have killed us all,
When we were still in our diapers,
How could we have survived?
No way,
But now we are unborn,
Now you are on drugs,
I garden you,
Staying by your side,
Making ghostly choices,
The result is not what they expected,
Right now you are doped,
I am your present,
You can’t recognize me,
Someone who doped you won,
He bet on a player,
He did what he does the best,
He pocketed the biggest stake,
Solving your personal problems,
But like in the best action movies,
We will escape hijacking a car,
You will attack them before they attack you,
We will escape,
Do you hear?
We have a chance,
Don’t let them kill our past,
I’ll stop you when you are ready,
Tell me about her,
‘After I gave her a ride,
She showed a huge disappointment,
‘I expected they laid it on thick,
I expected you poured it on hard,
It hasn’t occurred to me,
You’re not a serial killer,
You are the sweetest person’,
After I gave her a lift,
She left with the coldest thanks,
A wet kiss broke
off her glacier lips,
She gave me a piece of a hard-on cardboard,
Smeared with golden letters,
It didn’t tell any names,
It told the truth,
I was invited to her decadence,
I felt it in my pocket,
The staircase was heavy,
It led me to a smoky voice,
Pale hosts of night were inhaling smoke,
It resembled hashish and coke,
No one differed from ghosts,
Strolling and
making profit out of long, tanned and skinny necks,
They were killing time with lazy talk’.
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