TE20 Migrant Mosaics

Songs for 3:45 am

Without Want

I walk the city I walk filthy houses with filthy curtains the colors went on vacation the colors are at the beach they can be expected back tomorrow I should buy something kitschy but it should be nice remembering is in bad taste well it’s that time what more should I want I eat halal no spicy thank you this is a walk along suffocation faded tires burn in the sky red dolphins shove me on a white sheet I sleep hugging them but whatever well this is whatever I feel like I’m going to puke from everything when I remember canned laughter canned pain the soul a glass door covered in handprints it doesn’t matter if I look up I won’t be any lighter this is just a city this is just a moment it’s black or green above the river the waves don’t understand the plural form I shouldn’t be standing here though that’s for certain like when you said you shouldn’t be standing here and then that we shouldn’t be standing here and so on well this is what it’s like there’s still some silence left at home when that runs out we’ll have to talk you shouldn’t be standing here you’ll say to the forest I could kill for a strawberry shake I’ll say after sex 151