I walked down the road crying for milk.
I left a trace of ten behind me.
God as a musician.
God as a father.
God as a star.
I have no idea what fun is in my body.
Only dark memories of waking up yesterday
On the bank floor and covered with a foreign coin.
I chase a little,
Having more darkness in my right leg than my left.
Let the physics escape.
My milk went down warm.
I need a drink.
There are things that ordinary people don’t do,