The City - Jockstrap

The city I met was pink

I tasted the city, ate out in the city

But the sky called up to me and it said

«Here, look at me, city»

Oh, what do I want, what do I want?

«I suddenly want the city», I thought

A thousand thoughts for a thousand times

I’ve loved in sheets with it on my mind

You opened the doors

The doors onto the veranda

And I ran outside in the mustard air

My arm outstretched to feel it

I breathed in a city like a fool

But only because it was you

My homing guide

You told me I could have what you could not provide

Well, I believed you so

That we would last forever, we thought, we thought

Well, I told you in the city light

And your face was warm and your eyes were bright

I wish I’d known

I was alone

In city life

The hideous monster and the beaver

Ugly monster kept house with the beaver

Head scraping like against the kitchen ceiling

Cook for the beaver on the plastic dishes

On all of the land was ice, ice

Grey morning light

«You poor baby beaver, beaver», he said

I sat on the beavers face, and he sat on the beavers face

And told him what the problem was

In the light the monster was frying four eggs in a huge black frying pan

And golden buckwheat and rye in iron toaster, hit the ceiling, onto the blue

tiled, err

The Dutch china plates on the round red table

Rose petal jam, orange-lemon

Ginger marmalade, blossom jelly, jelly

The beaver was taking a shower he refused to use shower curtains

So blue water was flooding the bathroom

The only thing the beaver saw was the white morning sunlight, and

And the only thing he heard was the shower water falling like the beating of

this heart

Monster to the bear: «So it’s all power, power, power can’t sleep

Or think or dream of anything else

I hate you and I hate your money»

The bear raged, the bear forgot himself and threw himself against the door even

harder