SPIDER MAN You ask me for the newspaper and only want to see what happens next you need some life, you fool you have lost contact with your past and future and present and the end TRAVEL travellers on the subway chase future across the city they spend a lot of time in sidewalk cafes hating to live hating to die they play their games and you've been there before AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH people who never knew you have heard about you donīt give them your feelings suddenly someone hands you an old photograph that makes you cry yes, you can run but you can't hide |
![]() |
POKER PLAYERS people who want to join you they look like mannequins they play poker in the back room no matter what they say you wake up feeling tired and it breaks your heart to discover that pain and pleasure are the same SEASAW old men brag about themselves they look like faces in your dreams you got your clues drink until dawn the lilac walls smell of some mildew but answers were here all that time and you can't turn your back on them |