November 18, 2015
Hey all you slaves out there, you think you’ve got your freedom?
Or are you shackled by an institution – can’t work out the reason?
Shake of your drugs and habits, leave the place where you half-fit
Coffee, coke, Pina colada, just another half-hit.
Slave to a job or to a person like a mouse after cheese your trapped,
So if you think you’ve got control – bullshit your life is mapped
I can drive you all over town before you rumble
Smoking with the cake-man before the evening tumble.
From an innocent start you’ll be tempted to try
Like a fish on a hook you’ll be hung out to dry,
That is the time when the slave meets the master,
But the master’s a monster and that spells disaster.
Escape from enslavement is no easy measure
Freedom from pain means refuse earthly pleasure,
But there’s no gain without pain a lesson from history
Slave, shake off your bondage and seek out your liberty.
November 17, 2015
ten minutes ago
talking to Jones & Co.
a digital squirrel
described a Baltic recluse
with porcelain adjectives
drinking freshly squeezed
It’s a Balsamic scene
in a cut and paste society
You’re breaking-up John
Second floor room 23
vision of St. Paul’s behind me.
you are right
and I am wrong
searching for the ending
for a not long song.
November 14, 2015
Do you feel our pain when you punch us in the face
For being a Muslim, a Christian, a Jew, a Gay, a this or that?
Do you feel our pain when you bomb to stop us running
Or walking because you believe your cause is worth all of that?
Do you feel our pain when you shoot at point blank range
Because we look like a burglars trying to steal what’s yours?
Do you feel our pain when you detonate your jacket
While we’re watching football, hanging out or eating a meal?
Do you feel our pain?
It’s all insane.
All in vain.
November 2, 2015
Beware the bunion hunters
They never show mercy
leaving their horns swinging
in the saxophone tree
Where cremnitz-white signs
Flag a silent invasion
Of invisible dead.