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