hell

is
a 
small
small
world

Waiting for Polo

where do you go when you're lonely?
(are you singing or are you asking a question?)
to a tree.
to a lonely tree in the middle of the park.
and you sit there,
leaning your back against it.
wishing that you'll grow lesser in loneliness,
well, now that you're sharing it with the tree.
but it's no use.
your heart feels smaller than it's supposed to be.
or did it grow too big for your chest?
either way, it's not a good feeling.
you want somebody's hand to hold yours.

why are you here alone?
("Marco," you whisper to the wind.
the wind answers you nothing.)