#29

As long as you’re happy.
The cleaners sweep the city streets
While some still sit and sorely weep,
they rest there head on the gutters edge
And stare up at the blurred night sky.

And some still dance, while holding hands,
They breath romance while they still have a chance,
they drink to those, who’s heart still grows
and sways to the dull thud of existence.

And glass lays cracked from where its been smashed,
and I can feel it uneven beneath my back,
and its digging in, while the winter wind
leaves me cold, to the bones.

The taxis pass in dejavu,
I watch lovers depart with their I love you’s.
they smile so large it could break there jaw,
their eyes grow wide in chemical awe.

And when morning comes, there’s no one left,
they’ve wandered into each others beds
And the pavement speaks of what they’ve spread,
another day of recycled death,
Bare and baron, sore.

I watch as the sky slowly fades
and shines light down upon this open grave.
Another night, another day
and I breathe so long as you’re happy.
- karl-christoph