Loneliness Tears Cracks Of Madness Even In Walls - or - Hand On A Hand, Hand On A Back

whilst berlin alexanderplatz melts my soul meine Seele meine Seele i sit and i stand long and tall and Drip. and water running down and Drip. and can't stand to stand can't stand to sit (who the hell would want to know this) watching face fall down like all falls down like everything that laments like everything converging like everything must rising like everything must crashing and shit can't stand can't quite can't sit.

and they's ones onstage and off and standing smoking cold post breakup post mortem post hole digger holes used to could fit when i's small child small child court of dirt court of that quart of this naked like the night can't seem to shake all that is or used to be at very least but not no longer quite this.

they was depressed angry lament heavy coat rain heavy blood soaked teeth ground down all pygmy-like aching jaw glassy eye come ye sinners come ye all come ye sinners come repent.

with a pale face turned to the sun.

they was all rat scurry and rain fall down broken feet low down sorry cornbread when i'm hungry corn whiskey when i'm dry holes deep dug holes gathered round holes deep dug holes in cold, cold ground.

think of the way you have done.

pastry chef stabbed right through the heart park walking just walking park two kids and a life not his two kids and life not this and this ain't no metaphor for luminous effect and this ain't no metaphor for soul purge intent and if this is metaphor is for a nothing and a death and for nothing still a fact look it up don't believe me check the book 'cause it happens and it happens and it happens all the time with a death and a fury and all run through with a knife like a knife through the heart like a heart not mine.

and it's all tenuousness.
and then.
like dim lightning flash silent thunder has struck.
a hand on a hand and a hand on a back.
and it all becomes more something a little like tenderness.