Pleasant tunes of gritty shoesoles
And murmur of so many people trying to stuff their mouths
With something interesting to say
A girl with acne-prone skin wearing an oversized cowhide coat
And an ivory ponytail and a packed-in-a-hurry dirtied tote bag
Says it smells like CO2
Yeahh, like used breath
Breath from a thrift-shop
It smells like exhale
The boy from security who saluted me with polymorphic Viel Spaß
Roadblocks me and his Nike-topped tollgate levitates for a while
Smiles can have so many signifieds
Like the band singer´s who is geil enough to chill at the doorstep
Sip beer and discuss the meanings of his long aaahs with the plastic crowd
Dude look he is right there, did you see him?
Willst du über Nacht bleiben?
Warte, warte mal!
At which stop do we have to get off ?
I remember it´s something starting with K
Ask him again
At which stop is your place?
Assures the stop sign and the curtsey of a lowered lip
Look at that guy, right there, oh my God
One man stays above the untergrund level
By walking the fence line
And does a cartwheel while still spaceless
There is an applause
Arms smear off the pink-and-blue haze
Like windshield wipers
Or pale-bronze fidgeting arms of a long-forgotten typewriter
Or waving off a certain question with “It doesn´t matter.”