Any problems?
Yes, I’m standing at the window
Watching the streets, watching life:
Blue herons, red packets of JPS,
Cobalt blue pills, my closest friends –
Too bad the blind and their dogs,
Too bad the crippled in wheelchairs
Don’t give a damn for this set,
Such a waste of colours!
Oh, fancy that, an old man in green trainers
Is spinning a green windmill, is it hope’s day today?
Heck, no one to ask, Cassandra lost in her thoughts
Wondering ‘are souls for sale?’ while staring
At an empty bottle, the draught is looming,
But no one listens, of course,
Kore shrugs it off, lost in her longing
For those wild white waves
Where she can drown fears and failures,
‘Cept they keep afloat smearing the water –
Plastic is a tough thingy, sister,
Only the fire might dissolve them
But she says no, no, dunno why –
Before I forget, where the heck are you, misery,
Still dragging across the desert
Looking like mad for an oasis?
There, only few miles and you’ll camp in my mind
As soon as the sky flakes out before the screen –
But mind the sins, they’ll cut loose until dawn
And no, don’t ask who gave them flesh, limbs
You must fill, feed, slake, those bodies
Ridden hard and put up wet:
Water, joy, light –
Oh say you can see Pan dancing wild
Among the crowds before the Earth falls silent,
Say you can hear him shouting if my heart
Is game for fun and blast when the shocking moon
Highlights my failures and the blissful lovers –
You can’t, right? Well, neither can I go
All Django Unchained on my earth, my sins,
My heart waiting for the bloody rhythm to quit –
C’mon, God, c’mon border life, we are great pals,
That’s why I so enjoy our jokes, our spats,
That’s why you know I’ve fouled things up
‘Cause I was in love with gardens, dreams
And Jewish blondes –
Only, the writer killed off the lights
After a fast ride on his bike –
Madly in love, I mean, God,
Simple as that, border life –
I kid you not.
BoySlut 