PETROL, PETROL
Feel days from the far side
sleep when others are awake, work
in the stirring of people in full
faraway climes, exiled I live
in my cool car business blue
playing the hits that get to me
in the steady cruising through this
blood-soaked continent
Im looking for nothing, expecting even less
than an early-vacated grave
dogs that gnaw at my bones
and a woman who cannot forget.
© Bart
FM Droog, 2000
© translation
John Irons, 2000
original title: Benzine, benzine, from Benzine,
Passage
Publishing Company, Groningen, 2000