Detox

In the big white forest 
we catch poisoned gnomes
cold so cold

I search for your hand but
you're standing at the other end of the bell jar
your nose pressed against the glass
I withdraw my hand

whisper softly something about love
but I'm afraid to talk out loud because 
the forest scares so easy these days
and the trees are almost bare, leafs
fall on your tormented head

(your slosh-head, where the murky water
stood still in your tilted head for days, where fish
swam diagonal, looking at me like they wanted out)

It's hard to keep my hands off you
everything demands something nice
there are entities in between

let's sleep, free the fish
catch the gnomes, sleep
and for ever 
wake up.