FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

...and then we behave like
beggars in need of affection

if you see us dressed on our
Sunday's best
waiting along the busy road
for someone who
never arrives
you would have known what
pity is all about

we eat time, we squander it
like a prodigal son,
we do not mind what is left

loneliness too is tiresome
expensive and senseless

you know what i mean
look at you, you are fully dressed
"but you are not going anywhere"
you are waiting
for no one

there is one who arrives here
but what a pity
she is not also looking for
anybody.