i write things you’ve not seen
i drink drinks in your dreams
my cigarette ashes are tokens
eyes so open
they go all the way around
i wasted the entire day
tomorrow i might go outside
yes i went outside i can say
i only did it
so you won’t come home and find me
rotting away
like the apple lady you made
in my head i see me surrounded in grey
it is smoky and dreamy and half-day
i drink champagne
i write and i paint
there is black on the wall
through the keyhole, the hall
a man in a trenchcoat and hat
i am in a negligee and i smoke a long smoke
like in a black and white film and time stands still
