big town blues (ii) ::
sea picture

on my wall
you’ll see
the sea

it’s just the waves
the grey waves
the grey sky

there’s no ship
it’s just the sea
the ship’s sunk
it’s just the sea
there’s no ship
it’s just the sea
the waves

on my grandmother’s wall
you’d have seen
the sea

there’s no ship
it’s just the sea
the waves
the grey waves
it’s just the sea

her youngest brother
died in the last ship
the last torpedo
a hundred years ago

her favourite brother
the last torpedo
a hundred years ago

it’s just the sea
there’s no ship
the sea
the ship’s sunk
it’s just the sea

on my wall’s
a picture
the sea
it’s just the sea
the grey waves
the grey sky
the sea

it’s just the sea
the ship’s sunk
it’s just the sea
the grey waves
the sea

her brother
the sea
it’s just the sea
her brother
the ship’s sunk
it’s just the sea
the sea
the screams
the sea

poem

2K7:9

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big town blues (i)
that was this morning
my grey is a coat
bikini hotel
up the kriek
dinxle
small empire of life
lobby watch
that is you luxembourgers’ fault

big town blues (ii)
degraded stress
since the day is wasted
the conversatiee
veer horizon
pupate
sea picture
it’s process
the vibrate




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