The hero killed the clown

I’m going to watch myself

playing the same scene again

like everyday,

writing the dialogue

of a silent movie.

And then I’ll see

a blue ball moving

under the hero’s eyes

though he’s lying

in bed like everynight.

Fucked up and bored

of this joyless game,

the neighbour can’t tell him

what’s out burning

when he sees an ocean

of history

and a king

cutting his own head.

The hero wanted to play his servant

but the writer

is already gone

to a place

where there’s only circles

and he’s loosing the strength

to run after him.

"Can't make a sound" Elliott Smith again...