There is anger in the restless train galloping from city to city,
In the rushing waves hitting the shores,
In empty stomachs and hard penises,
In the deserted island of Self.
There is anger in
Romance with the graveyard
The man with one arm loves me,
The guy with the glass eye
And the widowed man 0n the second floor,
The graveyard loves me.
The homeless dog keeps
The Hope Dealers
All those hope dealers
To whom I used to give my nights away
They were all overwhelmed by my offer,
So they took a hike.
All those hope dealers
Who used to crowd
What else is there?
Punish me for what I didn’t do,
Break my windows,
Crash my bones,
Leave and come back after a while.
Fight me over nothing,
Let me drown in despair,
Eat
