What we see in parts
2 for one quiche
The the advertisement is a poem
The poem is an advertisement
Concrete floors
Archive the history of construction
Walls unfinished yet open for business
The coffee cups are stiff
Wrapped in thicker brown paper
Will this place survive human time
Will it make its mark in the space
You can use a door for a table
Watch a girl appear
Right where another one was standing
We self fossilize for reasons.
They disappear like rain clouds
Chasing our tails in the dark
The sound of hooves on a blackboard
We learn on the dance floor
Leaning into the moments
Like cats in the sun patches.
Hot cats in the yard
The show started
The second you entered the room.
I hear bells
The food must be ready
I hear bells
The dog must be barking
Bells, bells for everyone
Ringing two times
For every human soul
Schwervon! 