Just Right Now
And a crushed alligator.
Crowns meant a lot before.
This strange currency.
Mountains over the city.
And these flowers grow.
Lost from the ink or from the mind.
For I’m blind but they are hidden.
Dans le noir les illusions atteignent
“-So what do we do now ? – Let’s go back to his motel and think. It shouldn’t be like this I don’t understand. – It will take a couple days if they change the pass.”
Are birds truly gone from ink ?
Wrong time, wrong state, wrong ink ?
accusé de réception
Yet I still see some evils