Cleen North
You travel north with electric heating
I travel south, back home again
The Coke in the fridge is blood for your veins
The coke in your nose
Food for your brain
You don't read books
You read notes winter's your favorite season
Numbers are your friends you know how to please them
Start with zero and just infinity will cease them
You're pale like ice
I'm the Titanic
You're too big to be recognized and I can't stand it
Your words are snowflakes
Meaningless and melting
When I try to understand
