Weeds are destroying brickworks
Ants have more chance of survival
Than humans trying to improve
Unsatisfied with their unfinished nature
In times of enduring friendship
The dead come back to honour his passing
I was so tired I could not sleep
My scooter’s battery was empty
The machine would not start at the gate
On my way to give treasures and junk
Night fell
It was too late to ride
Alice explained her life at the moment
I did not understand a word of her wisdom
I could not speak to justify my own existence
My dead brother mentioned digital platforms
I never heard of with wild horses names
His house where the gathering took place
Had been plastered to accomodate more bedrooms