Symbionts

Prelude - my umbrella is a boat

Musical mood

-- aargh.
-- put on some music, then.
-- hmm... damn parallels.
-- grow up, will you.
-- i just might.
-- good one.
-- mhmmmmmhmhm.

Passing throught

look the trail it pits my cheeks
a fruity friend is idle now

the kart is full and off the cliff
angst and empty miss their goal

SHOOSH! waitaminutewa i t a m i n u t e w a i

Pimpom a dwarf is knocking at the door

shreds and words and letters, signs
digging pushing stripping chains

a smile a tear a flesh and blood
a kiss a breath a hand and kick

dance then walk then tremble still
lie then sleep then look away

die then travel go away
fly then sit then here with me

lookyouhavearearviewsee
says the ish behind the net


wibble wobble fingerquick
steel and software fingertips

break then leave then turn around
catch then heel then be contraire

stay then turn the north away
stick then look then staaaaaare

WHAT washes our banks away
what erodes this current pulls
i don't want to when will we
go round why are you on that
side is there a floor beneath
do you see what i see in
the mirror with the shovel and
the brick and some wheelbarrow glance a
head strong shoulders hollow cheeks
but full of air and could you blow
a little too the side will touch
the wall so it will go
POOF

Who
am I are you
do
I read do you
am
I read are you

does it ever quit?

Fingertips where are you.
In Glovegdamn.

Carefull

I'm tripping
over the string
the red one
you know.

Not fallen

- Wasn't fallen, was it?
- No, I know. I thought I'd slip it in.
- Sucks, eh?
- Yeah, I know.

Intermezzo

Humans are so good
Insects will have wheels in the future

Another (one bites the) dust

Flight Forward

Will and law have curvy crossroads
nonsense Noplace is the finish line.
Gravity got you and will get you again.
There would have been a friendly twin.

Your lookyouhavearearviewmirror
disclosed a vibrant, dusty tremblimage
of a faintly waiving hand gesture
of a costly close notonebody.

Your bright eyes in your rare-view mirror
cast creepy, eery lightning bolts.
Those jolly, joyous bystanders
sadly never knew.

Let's go on then, adelante!
Step up on that gas pedal.
Exhausting better knowledge,
and scratching up my stomach, too.

"Where is it then she comes from"
I naively ask myself
still waiting on those crossroads.

Whilst chewing on your quicksand, dear.