i have the fever of history
running through my veins
and
i have the wisdom of misery
wrapped around my legs
there.
and here are you are
tarnishing your silver
your kiss is bitter
the strong after taste of vulgarity.
i have the fever of history
yet
let me know
if you can still see the lemontrees
the crystal ball says
it is far from over
yet my stomach is empty
refill me, replenish me
give unto me that generosity
so i make go to sleep peacefully.
