DERANGED, BUT CUTE (AT TIMES)

University life again... on the grass and looking for inspiration or God or a shooting star... but losing my nose in the process (naughty David).


I stare at my beautiful red shoes and clap them once twice three time... Kansas still far away. No hopes of ever getting back.


I sit in a cafeteria and wonder who I am ... no answers, of course.

David and Gonzalo come with me... they don't know either.

I feel frustrated and want to scream and screech and dig my nails into someone's neck.

I try to sink my fingers in Gonzalo's eyes.

He tries to steal my nose (they're all obsessed with it and I hate it)

In the street, David finds out that it's really really cold... when actually we are not wearing coats. The girl in the picture gets shy and panicky.

All the birds are afraid so they nestle together.


During the night
this city is full of empty taxi cabs
full of sad songs and beggars
pushing rubbish into a pattern
that will match their misery

Plastic bags roam the streets
socially spiritually enslaved

Stranded cigarettes
are the stars of the city
The sky is empty of eyes

Taxi drivers hide in corners
Cars wait in line for some mice

During the night and during the week
silence comes out to play
and finds his voice
in a metallic buzz.

Eventually all the stars burn out.