La rupture

Windows doors walls and carpets chairs tables and flowers bread wine

Butter and jam fries meat beans and all spices

I've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now

I'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow

Airports railroad stations highways streets and foggy lines

Traffic lights cars and planes boats bicycles and walkers

Now I'm wondering blind in the city

I'm surrounded by towers made of dirty snow

Faces ears and bellies backsides legs fingers and feet

Sweat tears dripping bodies parties someone is f**ked up

Now I'm quiet in this snow snowy country

I'm hanging on until I am old just older than now