decades of smoke

Let the lobsterless appetite engulf

All prisoners trekking the rails

In the upcoming decades of smoke

Not a single new breath without payment

Caressing the sand on one‘s palms

One grain to remind you of home

These castles can substitute loss

And the lips you remembered to bite

When the dogs come a‘howlin at dawn

And the officers warble and parrot

Food becomes scarce, thus delicious

You‘ll have your limbs chopped up for seconds

And the mirror brings beauty as madness

The price that you pay to perceive

That you sacrificed too much for nothing

Nothing but food in that gut

One big fart when the train arrives

Another one when it departs

Why can‘t we eat on the road

And which stations are best left avoided

I‘ll die on the way

They won‘t refund my ticket

Just a voucher 

for my long-forgotten love