Hair falling
Creeps calling
Best nights at homes in foreign words trying
Twisted saturated tongues tying
And lungs
I spoke with Europe
And postponed my life
All of those hopeful slugs

The smoke burns our eyes eyes eyes
All these ‘I’s
And ‘u’s
Come on
There is no us

Age crawling
Fights blowing
Bows crossing
Mind blogging acronyms of disguised prying
Cringe in the name of gods calling
Fret in the ring of fans
Find my central organs, this time
Destroy these busy afternoon remnants
Leaks in creeks of falling feathers
Like hair drying
Falling falling falling

The wrong that makes it all right
The wrong, will make it alright