liquid options

heavy clouds over the northern territory

the wind blows empty cans down a stream of pissed drunks

which turns left when the devilish morning light strikes their bloodied eyes

and again one has to climb a pile of bottles

in search for easy fluid options.

bodies anchored in a sole reality

another question flies the basket

Do monkeys stumble on life’s dimensionality?

let’s say the same wind blows

your sanity, no crime;

it’s just the dime one pays for all those

adventurous ways of experiencing with needles in the hay.

a brutal crowd shouts its vanity in the darkened streets

mornings are for peace and sleepless creators

could one survive in one dimension?  

with nothing but the simple acts, scenes of the normal

the lifeless mediocrity of the working man

in vain we plan sustainable developments of our domain

‘cause future kids have a inbred fear of nature

they stand for the new human generation

kill your dimension, kill your future

new paths will unfold and there’ll be no shame

in straying or praying to the green goddess

symbolic structures will serve for guidance

and one will no longer be a novice.

and where are we, when one takes it all back

All those options and all those strings,

It’s you that takes the blame!- the choir shouts in despair!

Down with the agitator clown, your nose is white and your skin is red

You’re on your way around the bend!

all our sins incensed with a smooth flagrance of fear

one must live 7 lives in one year, optimized spaces of truth

drained of lies our heads will grow invisible antennas

and then we’ll see the crossroad in a dead end of

monkey times

The hungry time bites on reality

With angry minutes devouring life

And hour drops of metal hit the ear        

The sound of rolling coins

Melt in the far away

Cigarette smoke makes it clear

And the banjo plays for a blossom May;

The drums announce an ancient rite

There’s no trust among those in the animal kingdom

A troubled life, fear glued to its master

In the northern morning chill when the guitar falls asleep

And the beer is stale, thrown out of the bar

 With the delusion and frustration of the early drunk

Another night, another reality

Swept away by a dizzy time

Induced insanity, called upon humanity

No answer

The sound of seagulls mating on the pier

Images of the past gushed from a fading memory

At last the monkey has collapsed under possibilities

Unexplored roads and bottomless holes

Too many half journeys through the luxuriant jungle
Left alone with one time, one banana tree

The monkey has to adapt to one possibility

Unless Jack and Jim won’t pair up with Hector

And influence the being of a poor primate

Unless the unholy world will unfold again

Creating crossroads of endless options;

Disturbing the animal kingdom

The monkey will try to fly again.