ONE NIL:
The girl with a ring through her nose does make up, holding onto
the pole, rocking in the carriage of a District train.
Dressed in oversized Black, that familiar ugly crap discarded by
the ’80s. Had we been the same age, her confidence would’ve
cut me to a maggot, but she blinks first, unable to sustain her
fragile disdain. I grin back through the rings of her charcoal eyes,
she looks down. No animals allowed in daylight on the underground.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
war wie immer warm hier mit euch,klaub mir. aber ich kann jetzt sogar noch bißchen cha cha mit nach hause nehmen, 2 alte cd’s von yma sumac-und das ist mal wircklich schön und keine traurige geschichte 4 me. your’s
Except the Bull waiting to be led by the ring in its nose.