I yawn,
and sun becomes three,
green,
twenty four.
then it comes down again.
from down here,
people seem more clean.
I thought I was Vincent;
I look up,
I am Van Gogh’s ear.
I yawn,
and sun becomes three,
green,
twenty four.
then it comes down again.
from down here,
people seem more clean.
I thought I was Vincent;
I look up,
I am Van Gogh’s ear.