The city smells of flesh

the city smells of flesh

the rich are drinking their champagne

putting cladding on buildings

like cheap dresses over beaten bodies

they will all notice the glitter

but you will the bruises

the city smells of flesh

poor kids looking for their mothers under some bricks

while tories hold another speech on a strong and stable government

dead bodies for jacuzzis

orphans for more walls

widows for crystal glasses

the screams of a woman throwing her baby form the 9th floor

begging for strangers to save him

and tories signing another petition against safety

lost souls haunting their neighbourhood in the night time

still sleeping

still dreaming

not knowing

a little boy catches his mother’s ashes

from the ground floor

the only way to say goodbye

Zeit

Your hands need to learn
Maps of loneliness
A curve in the bed sheet
With no flesh on
You could be any noise
Coming from the kitchen
Trapped in a parallel universe
You're trying to warn
Or say goodbye
To it all

I’ll be

in between moments
waiting
for another dream
where everything feels the same
stories
that smell like toothpaste
bring me back
seconds
the only space we have
is this wall
that i hit
and pillows get wet

East West

sun rises in the east

and sets in the west

i should have known 

a new way

 to cry in public

if you re sad

smile more often

people will be sad back

breathe in breathe out

i should have known

there are no shortcuts

or hidden tracks

we end up 

in the same place

waves are washing away

the remains of us

I’m only being myself when I’m dreaming

there is a dream
that we cannot choose
the 10 seconds after
the darkness
suddenly
i can feel the weight of my hand
clinging into this world