CustomerI woke up with sunlight piercing through the blinds, lyingprone on the bed. She was already sat up against the headrest witha smoke lit and half a glass of rum.“You slept well,” she said with a puff of smoke and asatisfied look.“I did. You?” I asked in reply.“Not quite. I had a bad dream. I dreamt that I was in somesort of alley. It was really dark and the air was heavy. This shadowyfigure appeared and stripped me off of my clothes. I was reallyscared, I was trembling. It traced my profile with its cold fingertipsand when its hand went lower, I gave it a push and started runningfor dear life!”“If I was there, I would’ve knocked it out of its black socks andprotected you,” I chuckled.“Yeah right you would. That’s not the end of it though. Solike I was saying, I was running, right? And this thing was chasing me!It was chasing me down an alley that wouldn’t end. And that’s the scary bit.If there
SideI loved the side of you you hatedI believedIt was fatedBut you told me to waitAnd I waitedBut now I seeYou left with my loveBut left the side of meYou've always hated
The timid boyDo not fear this timid boyFor his wish to fill you with joyIs all he knows, all he gloats,All he ever dreams aboutAnd wants to profess, profoundly, aloud.Be not afraid of abandonmentHe will never leaveFor a life without you, my dear,Is something he can never conceive.He knows the pain you bearAll the scars, the tears; he's well aware.So let your heart be free,And of all the people you come to listLove only oneLove only me
WavesI can hear the wavesSinging a wistful songPulling me inI'll be gone before long.Weren't you the sea?
LieIf you're living a lieThen I, too, am a lie.Feel free to doubt all of life,All its dimensions, all its strife,All of poetryAll that you seeBut never doubt my love for youOr your love for me.
Shard of glassLike a broken shard of glassYou reminded me of what once wasAnd what will forever only be the pastOf what had once been called 'us'You smiled when I smiledI saw myself in your eyesBut were we only strangers beguiledBy the beauty found in our lies?And now what is left are our piecesLost, scattered, and broken,Like the warm remnants of our wishesForgone, and never again to be spoken.