"Gravity Pool"

pull cigarettes/handles, accordingly to taste
drool over girl's matter
we came
unwanted
sailed sky
uncertain
in a pool of kiss gravity
on blood rhythm circulating
empty rehearsal rooms
where only one capitulated singer
practiced death sighs
so, empty, it's not a description
through a million girls over which
he drooled
until saliva tree grew out
of/by him/her
the scarce observer
great connector
here, have another dot
pull another sky straw
enjoy your drinks
another occasion to party like that
won't even come in next
plasticized life
that's the closest you get here
to death, my friend
the closest you pull
out of love pools.

"Band of Outsiders"

caught them playing
at Tacheles
sometime in the winter
air was tight
their drumkit
I smoked Poznanskie
and gazed at the projected abyss
as if my music, my words
were coming out of the speakers
in German
specific smell of vanilla joints
that godly wave of freshness
circled among us
their singer
she had great jacket and stockings
could've been me/mine/her moment
two dates before
their guitarist
a blazely trio on a Berlin afternoon
locale sketched
on moon napkins
we should really go to sleep
I thought to my girl, and she nodded
comprehensibly from behind her lashes
that yes, the band of outsiders
is over
before their bassist
yawns
and dusts off that expensive cigar
on his amp
now, the show begins
for the rest of the bar
it's open!