Hey four walls,
stop staring at me
I’m sick of you staring at me
why don’t they make triangular houses?
or cylindrical houses?
I need to go out,
sleep under the sky,
where there are no walls
I need to breathe
I need a tree
a tree to hold me
a very green tree
that would love me
I need to touch the soil
smell the soil
but it's cold outside
damn it. It's so cold,
there are only plastic trees outside
there is no soil, just concrete
stupid tear, why don’t you come out?
come out, there is no one to see you?
stupid scream come out, no one will hear you
what a long night.
can't wait for the sun
will it ever come up?
Ottawa - 1997
