MINDEBRIS
I
Modern life is a fraud croaking like a toad stuck in a shity pond
None at all can heal the ill
The only answer to our anguish is death in the dead of the night
Sudden loss of breath feeding oblivion
And all the daylight anonymous monsters trapped in their beds
Fruits of robbered oysters in the trivial sequence of a fancy necklace.
Every word fails the meaning of pain and sinks the praises of pleasure
While the obscene marriage of sound and vision is taking place
In the golden-plated junkyard built by staggering armies of obese-brained tycoons.
II
Epileptic waves will rip the cortex and large mouthfuls of darkness will strained the lips
Of those who used to suck the thin juice of hypocrisy
But they will never learn to swallow, they will keep on rowing downstream heading for the watercolourfall
Blind in the light, bound to be torn and tortured by ten-miles long tongues come out of the largest industrial anus.
The vain search for our roots will end in some dark sticky bend of our over-civilized bowels,
Stuffed with mass-media waste
Ruled by the over-inflated egos of a pathetic bunch of bald dwarves, obsessed with bank-made aesthetics
But hope still haunts the hopeless and the homeless who taught themselves not to believe anymore
Their skin still gets a tan in the broiling sun
And in their saffron hair the thirstiest specimen of flea keeps crawling around safe and sound.
III
Loose losers turned to be resigned pilgrims on their way to the holy hollow temple of self-deception
Numb bare feet treading on short-sighted telescope lens
The last will crack and the flesh won't bleed not to stain the surface with vain red pain.
My will melts and my body falls into the inner flow that gathers the thick juice for the upper sponge
Wounded walls aching in my oneiric night shift
But their intrinsic irony has made me sick, laughing caused throat-sore and hypoxia:
The preface of "How to play with bodily decay".
Nevertheless I'm chewing on my polluted conscience and sniff its gaseous poison bursting in my mouth
So I can see the skeleton of my delirious odyssey
And break every single rib of its ladder to climb backwards to the lowest and the least.