Songs On Songs


Ask me why I don’t

Too much where it flickers

In order to become small

They eat up all their flatter


Heavy loaded ears and eyes

Smashing gently in time

Moving nowhere and out

So quietly and still


           Songs on songs

           Feels to feel


In tunnels of symbols

I have my home

Shoot to see me

Shoot to free me


Words drifting around

Crying in their sleep

See the pain inside

Free the hurt in time


Swaying lost in a mutter

I will not talk now

Crumpled in a shudder

So nice and beautiful