No Boeing on my path
No boat on my course
I look in vain for the right door
I look in vain for the word exit
For the transistors I sing
This strange story
About your transitory nonloves
About Sleeping Beauty who sleeps
I love you and I fear
Of going astray
And I sow the seeds
Of poppies on the cobblestones
Of nonlove
You know those photos from Asia
That I took for two hundred ASA
Now that you are not here
Their bright colors are faded
I thought I heard the turbines
Of a four engined plane but alas
It's a fan that moves
In the police station's sky
I love you and I fear
Of going astray
And I sow the seeds
Of poppies on the cobblestones
Of nonlove