rest is what
i crave for,
but never find

i don't want to wait
another month
or two

feeling like the
weatherforecast: unsettled
with the chance of rain

the neighbor's dog
should be called
'shut the fuck up'

can´t stop to chase
the boogeyman -
could this be love?

waiting costs
me more
than just time

noise filled every part
of my body, even the nostrils
but finally it is gone

the places some can go
with a six pack of beer
dwarf those of a taxi ride

she really does
go the extra mile
to not be bothered

sleeping like
the dead
is exhausting