mirror images:
the dead land between highways
and the way i feel

it's been a long time
since i felt
this superfluous

hope disappointed
the ending is as bad
as the rest had promised

i'm
jack's
sweat

if i had a pump gun
the music would end
this instant

burying bad music
under distortions
is no improvement

easiest to see
are one's own failings
reflected in others

a jarmusch character
seems unreal
in full colour

is there anyone
among the rolling guards
who doesn't smoke?

don't think anything's there forever
because one day
it will be gone