walking, running

i walk through a department store
in this mediterranean tourist town
rows upon rows upon rows
of household appliances
easter island faces staring at the sea
burners, hairdryers
polished voodoo
shimmering monsters
in croydon county court
a lawyer pleads for clemency
citing a moment of madness
tho´ i hate and fear these young men
i know and feel it too

time change

mamma !
the sudden call
breaks through quiet folds of sleep
the helper shifts from low-state introspection
to alert
to read and follow signs slewed by illness

time is the mystery
time, rhythm, mystery
a piebald piper am i
sitting by the atlantic
watching wave upon wave
trying to comprehend
to cut through the pinball overlay
the bells, the shrieks, the moralists running berserk
to get to where really is

help !

it´s 4 a.m.
hotel in zurich
cigarette smoke from the open window
outside, junkies transacting business
i wait
i am waiting for nothing
screaming
just to see without understanding
howling at the moon
o glorious shamash
o the heart that i have from my mamma
help me
please