Picking dry
And crispy paintflakes
Off a large, white
bricket wall
while i stare
out of my window.
Stare at my neighbour's balcony.
- old bullet holes.
Behind wild botany.

On the outside
Of the penny marked
punks are selling
black&white fanzines.
She buys one,
walks on by
to another.
Black&white.
The women meet,
Black&white,
The women kiss.

Doodelei.

Shy, polite
you show me yourself.
Forgetting regretting,
But conscientiously humble.
You, you tell about your past.
And with open arms
You listen to mine.

Ooh dei doodelei.