Once in a while, I think of the other brother, the amateur detective, a profession pure but,,, he's always trailing behind, in thoughts.
Voices echo you deserve to be abandoned, which is a stake through his art
How are you, I say if I hand over a can full of kisses to kill his time.
It's not the usual flavour, he moans, looking at the moon before we are disconnected.
Unlike Yayoi Kusama he isn't that fortunate.
