You can’t see your two hands in front of your eyes
you can’t see a damn thing
the sun is so strong it
melted the look of the passer-by
an awful damn thing – one would not believe it
and then two girls lit cigarettes
and they blew like Turkish railway women
the train came by and ran the rails
and it was lost in the smoky eyes
strange thing – you close your eyes and
continue where you
stopped before you woke up to
the noise and locomotion smoke
on a bench on a train station platform –
to hell with it