Stations

The stations ...the rain
the fucking old Europe,
your fucking break words...

Alone in the lifest highway
...the stations...
my sorrow looking forward
looking nothing
in this desperately cry
in this dirty road...

The stations, your sickness
The stations of your hearth
The stations of my drunk,
the bodies of the living dead.

Maybe it is real word...
maybe sadness ...is a rebellion
in opposite of their false laughs...

Alone in the stations....