just a fine day
drink coffee at home
and then later
when the sun dares to show itself, I go to work
just a fine day
feed myself at lunch time
then later
more work, and I might finally get to go home
oh, it’s such a fine day.
after the clock strikes twelve
it becomes impossible to distinguish
between a person and his or her visions
yet
he or she will shamble without memory
the day after.
this day
like the day before
especially like the day before
but also like many others
most actually
recycled lovers
pavements full of them.
