Mask to task
illusion to confusion
break to make
intelligence to fragrance
flowers puke
pollution of their dukes
punks on speed
and rape on summer seeds
test to blast
death rising on horizon
mushroom shape
of children saved too late
do you stand
with orchestras of doom
on one too many plated
teacup afternoons
taste to waste
my bloke to telescope
high rise block
cold future aftershock
Ozma
She's a free zooming bird
zoo specimen
destruction dust devil
on routes to zones well damned
when she passes death's tune
to tongues twisted young
Chimaera and the Hydra
trapped in monastery gong
she's a cage ripping plant
double sunrise cry
creation fluke tornado
flake-fall of dry skies
I tried to air her frequency
got gagged and judged so cruel
before I crashed my aura
and drove my pain to school
I portrayed endangered species
trapped in ambers of her eyes
and then the sunset radio
cut off everything that's shy
Grandma Universe
Yesterday's beat
corpse on concrete
tomorrow's soul police
revolution piece by piece
atomic fireplace
to burn your nuclear chairs
escape the incident
provoke the accident
saint of karma sleeps
with cyborgs on his knees
dead rats and radiation
electric current action
you're wasting time perfectly
bohemian repainted Elvis
you've entered church of lice
the monks sing vile mice
release the upper hall
give grandma space a call
just treat the current well
and wait for rainbow spells
Astronaut's Intuition
Yellow crayon margin
notes on Berlin cool
doves and dandelions
fill the writer's pool
there's only one waiting room
you're waiting out of turn
a psychedelic mirage
that makes Africa burn
years of LSD attempts
there always was one chance
but your brain doesn't want to return
and your body's just a stone sculpture
where your frozen head
wrote the last letter home
from a journey of its science-fiction
it's astronaut's intuition
seeing stars explode in fruition
yellow carbon coffin
a narcoleptic oven
Kiddo Demigod
Window lover
dawn dawns turning
punk rock kiddo
writing „sure thing”
spray-paint heroes
gone drifting forever
sewer tastes much better
when it's shared
so, dear kiddo, you should care
wind up the pure love level
collecting raindrops in spades
milky space
expects no answers, brethren
accepts no credit cards
when it's time for you to die
future's demigod
escapes in Dada fog
to anywhere's home bog
on the corner
and the winter's suddenly warmer
The Rider
Voice of the morning
on palm suite island
breath of adventure
under the wild hand
and sex wind and jazz bands
play carefully on
into the damp dawn
with tropical aura nearby
we're asking you to be polite
flutes approaching warm sands
here where lotus kid stands
and rider deathbed listens
to everything that glistens
a peaceful celebration
of love above the nation
in candy rivers rolling
through countries fresh but falling
nobody wants to drive her
oh she's the fateful rider
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