Forget this city,
feel amazing
try always
to kill it

but slow,
don’t panic
act perfectly,
tremble humbly
admire silently
the grand, the empty
the crowd

and if you stare at the sun,
brimful of sparkles
stinging your skin,
wounding,
will make forget previous pain,
let them perforate you,
you skewer of memories

and if it’s sunny,
you can do everything
and if it’s sunny,
there’s a patch to sit on
and it will be

just

perfect.