window therapy

February 26, 2009

window therapy when im drunk, twentyseven, fifteen and village window therapy when i’m end and beginning window therapy when i’m a dreaming child window therapy when will she be a widow window therapy when she will be alone when she will create as she did in her 10th month window therapy when i’m a singer window therapy beyond my wedding window therapy when i think of franconia, dartmoor, cherokee and algonquin window therapy when i’m core.

swim and ride

February 22, 2009

im riding, riding, riding

the cat’s hair in my mouth

bend over, secretary

my lips are dry because he likes it dry

 

 

im riding, riding, riding

still waiting to sell good

only hypocrits deny

the material and the product

 

build a lifestyle now

i am commerce and use it

i am wired and prove it

i am photo and ponder

 

and swim on the surface, in the stream

 

im wondering, wondering

are all my roommates confused

or is it only me

trying to hide for a jerk,a cry, a smile, a dive

 

build a lifestyle now

i am getting some for free

i am wired and prove it

i am photo and ponder

 

and swim on the surface, in the stream

 

im 1001, im 1-on-1, im 1.0.1

the only stable thing is the constant tune

you whistler, 

search the documents, you chronicler

 

and swim on the surface, in the stream, ride the tune

so far in

February 22, 2009

you return to the neutrality that you felt as a child 

back then you relaxed and looked out of the window

you counted the frogs on the flowery meadow

everyday, no matter what, at least you weren’t in their way

 

i am looking for the better sibling who hates facesitting

the cocoa powder covers the moist wall you’re trying to lick

i lost the middle within 30 days, especially the nights 

with you and your   will   power   

 

be resisted    be on your way

 

no way out, no way in

medium bow and arrow

and wet boxer shorts (on my back, on my knees

Stuck inside, so far in i like to play this role)

 

you enter the door to the real mass beneath the falls

it may turn you into a perceptive troublemaker for the sake of indifference

it may make you stand up and shake a hand or two

even more than now, 

 

when i’m breathing in the woods

 

for the first time you cry out aloud, on the row boat

respectful to your shivering nudity, you need to be there all the time

for the moment, you need to be alive lying relaxed and drink treehuggers

you always longed for under 

 

the endless sky on the running hound

 

alive, you tell your best friend

which songs to play

at your funeral (we’re in the wrong band, but you

that finally made you i’ll always find flying above)

 

Burst into tears

under green pressure

Burst into tears

under green pressure

Burst into tears

a second before your hot head starts burning

under green pressure

it’s only for you

hopster

February 6, 2009

i resign to see all the patches

to sew all the patches

i quit to dance all dances

to romance all dances

i fume to extend the wait

to pretend to cry

 

i owe you my time

i owe you my time

 

the girl needs capacity to act

that’s why he’s a girl

the drug wants to be xxx’d

xy,xy, xx, xx, zzzleep

the ballerina has her toes

the headbanger has my hair

 

i owe you my time

i owe you my time

 

i resign, i resign

i sit and wait happily

i quit for good

i swallow your juice

the only thing i beg you for is

please let me stare

 

i owe you my time

i owe you my time

i owe you my time

i owe you my time

under oaks

February 3, 2009

my friends are enemies

that’s borderline pathetic

let me talk, i am back at the river, let me talk

but i miss the land of cynicism

mindfuck is the lover’s cure

it’s just another monday

 

i will always be hiding here

under the oak in the park with booze

 

unifying speaker 

you’re not aware of your power

you should look down and left

this prussian microcosmos

this nation has no notion

we love, but we don’t care or caress

 

i will always be hiding here

under the oak in the park with booze