Ciudad is breathing
Music plays, everyone sings.
The air absorbs sound.
Old woman dances,
the river of cobblestone
flowing below her.
A young girl in bed
tosses and turns in her sleep.
She waits for the morn.
Awakes to the sound
Of a bustling calle
Her home never sleeps.
My goldfish is dead.
I took a leak in his tank,
maybe that killed him…
Oh God help us all!
I mixed gas and orange juice.
I made some napalm.
The chow mein is old.
I tried to microwave it,
it’s now on the wall.
I dropped a hammer.
It fell on my fucking foot.
Ouch! Goddammit all!