SUNDAY AMBER MURAL

1

One stone
and a fist of marbles

Building to building
to farewell

Round the route
a plan earlier than
a plan

It was heavier than we thought
we splitted ourselves

The dead park
with Starbucks
and fast foods

A deserted route
with fresh food
and barefoot bikers

We routed bikers
we fished
with coronas .

Left the last supper

on the wall

and left

Stepped out of dark
you hoped up

when hugged
then you hopped

Round and round the buildings

we always
farewell
twice

2

Under the savage light

of a Bar

the Last Supper

eyed

the last word

deep under your skin

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