I am playing backgammon.
in symphonies.
New Year's eve.
Montreal night.
we laugh.
in workshops.
and under fireworks.
I don't know anyone's name here.
walking be game.
lost in another movie.
cold wind whipping through naked my tattoos.
I am a man who never...
Monday's train.
will be the same.
I am in the middle of truth.
war silver.
I have come from the kitchen.
of the sun.
And, oh, how I write.
through the sky.
I take a bath.
It's snowing in this plastic place.
and we are dancing in free dreams.
for a small price.