samedi 21 février 2015

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.