Germany

Ripped jeans and ragged sleeves

clothes scattered on the floor and dirty dishes

unshaven faces and violent minds

still music breathing through a plastic bag

hands in the carpet and cement on the desk

a reoccurring name on a screen and churning

the singularity pulls and the wanes

The waffling of the fluorescent light

Papers stare and the dull blue lights flares

Vices dance like harlequins

Sex and loneliness saunter past

A bull in a china shop

A face whips and stares with all the clarity of a flame

Smother it

The black dog chases its tail

ceiling tiles wilt with eyes affixed

Hands on my face through the plastic

Hands that once loved me

But my parrot sings

Sings so loud and piercing

With brilliant feathers and a sharp beak

The abyss grows further

The hands from the carpet grab me

Almost blue and maybe green

Curly hair and a wisp of chewing gum

Lustful memories with the image of what the hands saw

Don't kiss me

Don't call the name

Let the past fade with lyrics on the tip of your tongue

When you come back "I'll still be here"

So leave

And let me lie