The Window Woman always watches all the world through windows
Then she thinks to understand how life goes
Everyday she’s in a bus
and staring through the glas
She sees the people walking by
but she herself is just too shy
She does not even really know
if she’s in a Truman Show
what she expects to see
is what she herself can’t ever be:
Exciting and interesting.
windows blue
my eyes are closed
wind blows through
the patient most
swimming clouds
silent sun
crazy crowds
people gone
people coming, please fuck off
this is all just too much stuff
laziest poem
ROSES WHILT
BUILDERS BUILD
FORESTS GROW
WINDOWS SHOW
BIRDS THEY FLY
KIDS ASK WHY
PENCILS WRITE
PEOPLE FIGHT
dans ma cuisine
qu’es q’on preparer
pour mes pralines
je t’aime ma petite chocolatier
this is all wrong
cause I don’t know French
language at all
it sounds good
they have so many rhymes
I have so many crimes
but this is nice food
little chocolate drops and tears
what the church bell hears
sitting at my windows
those the sweet wind blows
little life through
ohoo
