.

it's the future i'm afraid of
what if it turns out to be alright
that would be nice
that would be
more than nice
- that would be sweet

do you
ever dare to
wish upon a star?

be thou Croesus
even mighty empires do fall

.

take a bit of pain
real tangible pain ache
and multiply it by ten
and then by hundred
and keep multiplying it
until it's not pain anymore
but agony
i could hear it in his voice
'i've got some time to do,
some quality time to spend
with myself.
i've got to get rid of this shit...
care to invest?'
'sorry, no money'
'well, anyway then
all the best', he wished
before hanging up
so did i...
all the best

.

do not fuck with her
they said to me
she's bit of a um
promiscuous woman
at least do not get
emotionally involved
instructed maggot the leech
so i applied the best technique
i know - dim-mak
and stabbed her straight
through the heart
as she did to me
cunning bitch
so there we were
as the chinese master
pung tang dong said:
there's no cure for
the death-strike

.

she brought over the toothbrush
should some bell now be ringing?
there's a ringing in my ears
but i doubt that's it
i told her there's an bottomless abyss
i live in
i think she missed that part
there's a lot of sunshine
these days
i wonder who's to blame
just a little fix of innocence
just a bit of oblivion
it's manageable
no sweat

for breakfast
man must break an egg
said russel edson
and to reach the wizard
you must break down the walls

the crack's where the light comes in
etc etc

you must touch the wound
to make sure it's there
and face the light
to make sure you see
and to squeeze the heart
to see if it still makes noise

so beat the fucker
whack the bastard
until there's no question

not mine tho

i'm good

eye to eye, straight
still i wonder
if you can see me
and what am i seeing

so much is taken for granted
but i can see the veil
wavering, alive
with million reflections

so much is taken for granted
but it is a mystery
where one ends
and another begins

do you ever wonder that?
the water is deep, very deep
and very dark

pandora's box

i dreamed of my crooked hands again
the recuring dream of my life
bones all twisted and dislocated
fingers pointing in different directions
no pain, just inconvenience
i try to fix it, pulling the bones
to their right places
futile, as always
i wake up to a phone call
too slow to answer it
check the caller from internet
someone's trying to sell something
i have no money, or interest in products
without pharmacological qualities
so i brew some coffee and blow my nose
i've been eating a lot of zinc
and kept the box closed
still my nose keeps running
one by one the leaves are severed
i can see them fall all the way
across my window
'shouldn't you be somewhere,
doing something?' someone asks
inside my head
'shouldn't you?' someone answers
it's not a long conversation
i guess i should make use
of the precious time i am given
so before saving the whales
i'll brew another cup of coffee
and pick up another book