Take two lifetimes at once.
First,
That time,
When yellow shoes cream into cement,
Shallow footsteps bludgeon red blood all over the floor,
This is this tree, this is a lamppost, this is a street,
They all belong to me,
Buy this, buy that,
One by one all in my pocket,
That time,
When you run past the ironed gates,
Into the street,
Feet blackened by the filth,
To fly into the infinite possibilities of the air,
Swapms of scents embedded into each particle,
Each delicate cell,
Scented by filth, grass, wood, plaster, mud, rain, tarmac, leaves, smoke.
Second,
This time,
This shallow time,
This which exists,
In others heads,
But here for you,
Is nothing but an empty second,
Infinite empty seconds,
In which you think,
To think is to know,
But there is nothing new to know,
Time passes by,
Empty words, empty people,
All memories prance in glassy eyes,
Plastic becomes human,
Cuddle cuddle in bed,
All all all polyester flowing all around,
No warm blood in bed,
Years into seconds,
These seconds go on pass,
Dull breaths.

