7th or St. Tammany.


I.
I say goodbye, heading to the U-bahn—
I take the U8 from Hermannstraße;
It is raining— this album to me is rain
And leaving, and repetition, sadness,
Hoarding beer bottles to buy bread,
Arguments and balcony brunches,
But mainly leaving, rain,
Drifting— pain, loss
And the like, once again, etc.

II.
I am sat on a National Express coach
When Vices comes on
For the first time, three years earlier.
(I am returning to Berlin,
With a love, who is now an old love);
It covers me like a woolen blanket.
I look on, out into the sweet night,
At Stanstead, gleaming—
Forwards, forwards, onwards, etc.