Raw Material

Artificial blood on my shoe
Lonelier than supertramp
I caught the police
By the temple of the dog

Me magnetized
Affection and repulsion
Some important parts
Beginning to rust

Been fooled again
This time a great company
Arts for money

A wall painted in red
Sold out memories
And my teeth hurt.

Unperceived disparate perspectives

I´m writing on my breadbox.
Did you see me with dread locks??

I said: "round about eighty percent"
Stumbled upon your weird movement
Thought you saw the truth bent
Down and quickly added: "ninety".

I got short hair and learned:
You see me not like i yearned
for, I slowly changed my mind
Your felt not of that kind

"Rather sixty to eighty"
But you still owe me that word
You never paid me
For not trying to hurt

First my vision was blurred
But for now I see clear
What still remains is the fear
That I won´t shed a single tear.

Wrote too hard

Distance brought the brain attack back
sophisticated talking towards the track
lack of conscious captions

Grabbed another pencil
instead of the early broken
took it from the ground

Hardly readable Thoughts
like hardly spluttered spoken words
appear on my sheet

I´m dominated by demons
loudly ironically laughing
Scribbling maniac to free me

Upsheet oder: Geschlossene Geseilschaft

Lasagne: auf Storytellern
Stimmung: Vertraut Height
Distanz: Reward Irrelefant

Zu rush davon
Macht ein trauriges Hurts
Geht an die Nearen

Shyden von euch
Hinterlässt einen Close im Hals
Und ein wenig Night.


Für Emilia und Johannes.

Totally twisted life circumstances

Spit in the face
Life´s base replaced
Past got erased
Emotions in blaze

It tastes that bitter
I feel like litter
Could be a big-hitter
But am a lonely sitter

Gaze down pretending
Search all I´ve missed
Our happy ending
Was an O.Henry twist


Time for something furious! Surprised myself with this finally rhyming again, angry thing. It helps to work it out, kind of.