Wind blows. A hurricane.
In comes the monster,
rattle, rattle, people scatter
their germs and smell.
I sit on someone’s skin.
A gentlemen lets the lady pass
Smell of beer, of energy drink,
artificial energy, tired eyes.
I am returning. I am waiting.
Why are you sitting here alone?
Do you mind if I join you?
I do, go.
Rattle, going home. Dirt
under my finger nails.
What a night.
What laughs, what fun, what quality.
People are lost, tension drops.
Now my hands are dirty
my hair has given up and my eyes are dark.
Smoky eyes, unintentionally.
Sweat, smudged makeup, beauty
large feet, stuck rings on fingers, faulty commitment.
Glamour went home long before me.
So wi vo Plüsch das Lied “Heimweh”
additionally, some racism, fast trains.