I strive for misery, more & more of it.

miseries that becomes a healing ointment,

You made me strong, made me confront the world

Then I try to forget my time, so I broke my watch

I float in this white smoke, then lands on my chest, alas!! crushed my heart, my soul, again.

I sing my love song on the street, to random strangers.

Playing this begger's untuned guitar, mixing the cacaphony of the traffic signal, I swear I forget to catch my last train home

In the fragments of my sleep, I dream my apocalypse

I see a mob, snatching away my half-read novel,  my only coffee cup, my last pack of ciggerates, my Sunday Magazine & you

So I dig my earth to bury you

but the rain washes away your grave & you become the daffodil of late winter.