now let the world become fluid let the voices rise when she’s asleep the glass has been broken dreaming happens drunkenly on sea the water opens is drunk I laughed out loud too loud my capacity played lazily jangling phones my speech dripped off the walls and tickled guest-toes couldn’t really blame them that my face let me down when they looked at me I shame-smiled till I was purple and high time to go upstairs to change clothes past the window cleaning the rigid vomiting of days the distortion of her face in my thoughts as if she doesn’t love me anymore next the recriminations will start to rise and the tears and fathers will ride their hobby-horses while they willingly get a refill I’m tarrying I’m trotting downstairs thought the party was done but me still in the middle of the hubbub the fine chariots paraded passengers and I wave bye people bye guests someone want to take any leftovers I’d wanted to say that revolving with stars through tripped-up nights I’d wanted to say I’d wanted to say don’t mind my words let spin what comes to a standstill between us in frozen looks and then open your gob I’ll put the proverb into practice and gently pull your hair sell my hide dedicate myself to our discussion and turn my back on you all ears so you can kiss my arse and tame my horses

it will stay with me really with me even if you clear the way a way with cleaver-weapon away from me start to chat up someone else even if my hearing remains bereft of your voice I will take on your rightness your sleeping rightness