20 february 2012
Free Thought For Food On Foot
"Look at your feet when you walk"
not up, cuss words unspoken
"personal space asshole", broken
cement, jackhammer, hemorrhaging money
smog, green smog, the spector of
defeatist chattering mindlessly
endless status symbols.
To win, not lose
to not be successful,
unhappy, not enough time
take a breath, not enough
time, time is money
Wide awake wet dreams
with the dream whore
on the billboard alone
licking her lips
alone alone alone
by ourselves in a crowd
tripping over garbage
and piss on the sidewalks
beware, defecating on the street
is a €500 fine
and a state funded
neutering, spent,
exhausted, all the wealth
in a glass bonfire
half-full of oil.
An ice breaker, a joke
a funny anecdote to pass
the intervals between
the cherry and the filter
and a dry martini ritual
one after the other
in a little black dress
or fine Italian suit
to end the day in the dark,
a minute a flash, a bend
in space time matter, a
self-fulfilling hangover.