By Kristof Gregor
A baguette or a bread
Filled with ham and cheese and
Sauce
Bite down the dry parts
They just don't measure
All you need is the sour-sweet
Pleasure and thrill
I would throw all but that
Did I not need
The empty calories
The bus-rides and concrete
Umbrellas and eyelids
Poor-man's defense
Just a taste please
You know which one
Names with feelings
They make it sufferable
Home to a house
Love to sex
And sex to lying
In another's bed
Lying about feeling
Loneliness
Poor-man's distress
I don't like
I love
To name the empty
Bed to a frame,
A mattress and sheets
So lying down can't be bad
In a bed, not in solitude
Fun to a transaction
I'm no whore
Not for a basic need
Just vain, no more
Living to vanity
Patience to virginity
Unique to an idiot
Jesus to a common god
Lessons to regrets
Freedom to money and
Names to words
Butter on a bread
Sauce in a baguette
Black tea, milk and honey
By Kristof Gregor
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