----------------------------------- Heart of Wormwood
Now we drag an awkward chair along Since now, our hands reach out to the high place Where the neon tube suspending smut twinkles; If you put it close, that way nothing goes into the silence.
Obstinate impatience distorts the neighbourhood Yawning above kindness
Why do you still laugh at the fleeting danger? Licking those foul smelling people, whether or not they follow the rules.
Now we place our trust in an unreliable chair Until now, we looked for the place where hands cannot reach, Overlooking what the things involved are doing And the grip gambles leaving just a cut behind.
By the sea of greed’s stench, set floating in the air, We shout with the futility of just about everything
If you turn towards the tusk frightened in the crowd, There are still more of those people being digested
Able to give just a little but still we don’t understand Just now we let a floating smile go past If you ponder withered grass, if you abandon fire, Inevitably new buds will sprout, tied together again.