Berlin #1

I thought I’d be more arrogant here,
my eyes on the Autobahn,
its foreign miles, the contracts I believe
each foreigner knows

The light squeezing through
the lay light, it’s meant
only for the other lights,
museum airports, the speed
and the finales I’m so envious about

The junctions my hood has passed
have forged me this Purgatory,
a pier, a dark moment where
I no longer see the expressions
on your face