The Ballad of the Sad Cafe

"du wolltest eben nichts festes", sagt sie
und ich: "das war aber ziemlich fest".
-"wo gehobelt wird, fallen spähne",
ich sage "ich kenne mich nicht so gut aus mit holz"
und sie "mal brechen knochen, mal zähne"

könnte gut sein, dass sie ist was mir fehlt,
eine die mir die zähne einschlägt.

Something Low From This Way Comes.

its fun to watch you open your mouth,
i can hear your voice, but my words come out.
and its fun to watch you fall down,
cause i am just a little lower, i am the ground.
its weird to see you walk that way,
the muddy footsteps that now got paved.
and its weird to see you take that place
to wash it up that blanked out face.
believe me when i say
you owe me nothing. viva hate.

blue lips & midnight racers

you can tell by the circles under my eyes

that i havent slept last night.

making wine bottles chandeliers

and plates my ashtray

and tea mugs give me warmth

when you make me shiver.

"be humble, boy.

dont stumble, boy."

THE SHAME TRAIN

Pt. I - The Amphetamine Kiss

i reobtain my conscience in the middle of flailing arms and neon light.
swirling, dancing, sweating.
and theres lions that roar and walk from side to side of the angst-ridden dancefloor.
and theres vultures that circle and peck on the absent minded with drink in hand that lean against pillars.
kill or be killed. and it seems theres blood to be spilled.

i twist my head, i nod, i fumble for a way out of this maze of lust dripping bodies.
i cut through a jungle of oscillating arms that swing like pendulums and look like vines.
from liana to liana.
i stumble over aural obstacles like banging drums and basslines that hammer into my guts like a hail of sonic bullets.
welcome the electric swang song.
all hail the record spinning messiah.
and while i couldnt care less about another 126 rpm revelation, i keep these eyes wide shut
and escape into the bathroom stall with the suicide doors swinging.

background music is what really separates toilets from elevators.
i let my knuckles sink into the mirrors perfect surface - shiny jigsaw puzzle
let rivers of red flow from limbs and shards of breaking glass.

toilet lids are somewhat convenient.
mark the boundaries.
and take it in like an unborn that takes its virgin breath.
exhale.
raise your head to the skies like a blind man using his eyes for the first time.
stare into the sun.
take another deep breath and make sure no trace of another cold winter is left.
flush it for the sake of flushing
make your way out of this maze.