A floor above

rooms know a great deal about us,
they know the ones we gossip on,
they count the tears of victories won
and keep us calm when we do fuss.

rooms, roofs and floors
know us by our names
and the names the bugs
calls us with.
they’re just smart enough
to not gossip to our hearing

the floor above conceals a pawn
controlled by jokes who own a bus,
jokes don’t know a minus is plus
Their rooms are a wilderness, John.

the secrets
buried in the floor above
are just blue
for no reasons at all.
they just know what
peace and quiet taste like.

Über deinem Kopf ist Blut
aber du bist blind dafür.

Younglan Talyoung