hush hush

feast on youth and truth
seize the blame to rest assured
always strive for sacrifice
make the holy temple of jerusalem
shine more dignified and bright.

It's a hostile night
See the fortune teller
in the twilight?

I don't think the undercover goddess
is meant to move so passionately
but don't ask me, please
I'm the black sheep of the trinity.

you're my muse

and you did a good job-
i'm perfectly amused.

i hope you ate your pickles
and conquered morning sickness
i know your sore nipple tickles
your body is pretty much a pretty mess

a bun in the oven
as the birds fly south
if i were andy warhol
i'd paint a picture of your open mouth
cause it's so in your face.

We greet the new life
with a shaking cane,
cherish the old days
and neglect the urging pain.

We grow out of our ideals,
choose new coats
but keep our underwear
reel down the traveled roads
have no more time to spare

Can't stop counting the cost
Can't run away from what we're not
Can't help loving the lost
Can't change or breathe a lot.

My brother my brother my brother
I'm like you and you're more
and less than me
raw and leaking and all strings attached
I want to meet you with your pants down


Sliding down a fairy tale mountain
rolling tripping running apart
into the freedom of slavery
holding up the yoke of depression
the merits of a past life
my scars are perfectly in fashion.
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You paid a fortune for an honest smile
our mother cried because you called.
You cannot name your true profession
the night guest is a fancy sport.

You did not need another brother
nor were you ever looking for a friend.
Your partner is a handy liaison
the baby swells your chest with pride.

Your breath feels toxic like the raindrops,
your mirror image is is an outrage
though you decorate your face with care.
You live the high life of a starving age
- my brother.

The Emperor Jones

Kiss me Judas cause I'm lonesome
Cover me Mary cause I'm proud .
I shall make love to virgin angels
I shall burn in heaven's limelight
I'll mess with you and take you home.

If you obey Luke, I'm your father,
Icarus is my firstborn son.
Let's leave Orpheus down the gutter,
his love was no more true than strong.

Emperors wear our crimson garments
the black flag is raised in our backyard
the winds we whipped will ebb out slowly
their dying breath's a wicked howl

On the gallow ground we spot our bowels
the faceless man will take me home
and a pointed voice demands so calmly
"Do you get depressed a lot?" - the grim reaper is counting bones.

bells toll

the life we'd built was full of cupcakes
tonight they tore the old town down
the tomb we saved produced no shelter
the cry you faked went with your charms

your love has walked some ghastly alleys
but noone ever died there in your arms.
and your little baby's scolding mommy
now wears a pauper princes' paper crown.

the lovely lights of dying cities
confused or bruised but never harmed
they leave a tumor bulge beneath our chestbones
and a silver haze on musky dawns

when we lay still awake at full alarm,
back in the pitfalls of our wedding bed,
and they spotted us with purple stains
i'll claim we'd tried to crawl but ran instead.

hey please-

face your talent
waste your heart
ease up again
and shade some light.
be a friend to them

take a snapshot
with your tongue out
hug a streetlight
shout an unknown name

run into the teenage idol
kill a lame bug on the way
and please don't even
try to get there
choose to mind not what they say.

stay blind,
live
digest
and fade the grey

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

today i'll go out and spot some trains
tomorrow i will teach myself to play guitar
then the harp and finally the harmonica
and i won't get bored, i'll be so busy with myself
i'll remember the words of all the pretty songs
and at nights i'll file my collection of ancient italian coins
and play all the early albums by pink floyd.

and while i find myself greeting new daylight with scorn
i make this body run into the woods at the break of dawn
my legs still work, they do, and i have to prove
like i always have to prove

i will cover the stains on my walls with several layers of paint
wash my sheets into a whiteness that is quite a pain to maintain
and when i see you smile i'll force my eyes to faint
(like an empty heart can't handle a full stomach)
but i hope you'll smile again

sugarplum fairy or how the day wasn't saved

Streets lie dried up like in summer
trees carry crisp and yellow leaves
and their black and broken branches
grant no shade and no relief.

My arms sink slowly while i"m walking
no more pockets left to fill
By thoughts of blossoms, roofs and bedsteads
my tongue starts dancing to a smell.

She sells sweet plums by the roadside
but they cost a freedom each
my hands are empty like the sunset
my foolish arms stay out of reach.

A heart keeps pounding for a long mile
i have passed the magic scent
the smell will linger just a little while
it tastes staler in the end.

daddy

i saw your girl the other night
you know the one you made
your faithfull wife
she's got what it should have taken
not so much your clandestine
love affair
she's gross
i feel for you and mom and her

Thinking of

thinking of
peculiar eyelashes
and fake white hair
along with deadly diseases
and infant starvation
makes my heart burn like fire
and my head explode from within
maybe i should see my therapist
she's hot and only
59 dollars an hour.

james dean

When they met you
they were shaking
from anxiety
and excitement

And they tried to look closer
look behind
see the real
they saw too much
the spell broke
things will never
be the same again

they recovered

now
you live
A life in pictures
once again

strangers

i heard you having an argument
i heard you making love
i heard her scream out loud
i heard the silence afterwards
i heard you talking gently in the dark
don't fall in love
don't throw the heart a bone.

no title

You know we all got
eclectic taste
and we wear our own clothes too
roofless cars
and tankless tops
useless flowers
just beautiful.

hippie bars
and trash kid glow.
but from time to time
we still get bored
a lot, you know.

John

Time will tell
said the walrus
talking about the end of the world
like it was no big deal.
my life is the best life of all the lives i could have lived
he said
but who wants to die at 39?
so what - i had Yoko.

next door
it's calmer
but let's please
not go there
just yet