Through The Bars

Berlin 2005.

Berlin 2005.
My memory lost
consciousness as
a loudspeaker
recorded its last
lament.
—–
These songs are not original,
these words are not personal.
They just reflect my private sunshine
caught in the prism of public perusal.
—–
Perhaps
I was wrong all along
walking on the wrong
side of the sunshine,
while
in the shadows
your unknowns
revolted against me.