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In order to exist we have to join with others
For my part I attempt to be alone

I give little
I receive little

My weakness is a waitress
who serves at the restaurant where I eat

When she presents the bill
I sometimes ask

"Have you got time tonight?"
She seldom says  "No"

We walk back through the silent streets
to her room

I do not pay her
She enjoys it

and I relieve myself of an emptiness
the cause of which I understand only too well

I used to think of Vera
but now I don’t think of anybody

Now it simply flows through me
More or less quickly

 and I don’t fix anything
I just let it go         deep inside her

Afterwards
we barely exchange a few words

What would be the use?
each of us for ourselves

In order to exist we have to join with others
For my part I attempt to be alone





















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