Love me now after others have left and the shadows are receding across the floor.
I take off my shoes because you are the burning bush. Stop the funeral, no-one has departed.
A crow flies over the field without weeping.
Cafés are opening one by one.
Someone’s steel body will be slain in traffic today.
Do we have any beer left?
Someone’s steel body will be slain in traffic today.
Do we have any beer left?