FIVE-FORTY

the moon the temptress
blouse buttons undone
lightening the last reaches of the night
beckoning and calling
the waves jumping and howling
the pack´s on heat

yes, empires and species die out
yet i sing, i breathe still
let´s hear it for the freaks, the competent, the great and the fuckers

let us go then
you and i
scared
clenching the reins awkwardly
to ride onwards
for just as long as it is possible

this is beyond that little love
this is beyond solidarity