To Nojus

Nojus, i'm going to sleep, i'm beat

- you're not.

too many dreams lie in your brain

school friends fairies ghosts of your folks

in the middle of remote meadows

and you smoke a cigarette.

you're so high, big black eyes

& a slammed down voice

come from the innermost

who mutters : « i can see i can't tell »

- don't tell, Nojus, i can hear

what you keep quiet, rats on

the roof on the ground i don't

need don't care you're just

in my head.