justification
for art
for money
and for dependency -
this is the one search
the search
to which
people give life,
this is the Grail
from which
as they say
the last thirst was stollen,
but in fact
and besides
and this changes the rite -
it extended
the throe
for the cup
is the gulp
and the gulp
is the hope
and the hope
is the throe
only when all hope is drained
one may head off to hell
and then
may come back
may go up
when all hope is drained
one can arise
and remain vagabond
who bums off
because why to possess
a shoe
with no legs
why to collect supplies
with no place
‘cos
why to store
if there’s no us
life is a humpbacked percenter
the grave is his escort
its all on the dot
my marmot
is with me
my crucified sprout
is with me
love believes all things and endures all things
and hopes all things
and if there are tongues, they will cease
but i have to add
only if they will cease
it will endure all things
until there’s hope
and word
love turns to excuse
love’s included to intake
’s digested
’s weighed
it becomes
as brown winterish loan
colored
like plain
casted down
spaceless
sky
and exists as a win
of a man over beast
of a man over man
distance is overpitched
but its there
mere
horizon
of expectancies
all around storeys of fields
virgin soils upturned
for white hopes
from black dies
fancy that!
only poor and slaves
are offering gifts.
those who are richer -
they sacrifice
fancy that!
developer is masked as a russian bride
give me heaven
hey mister
eat drink
this pink
no gluten
shake
of party friends, of executives
of representatives of elites
of members of clergy
of art
and of white well groomed kids
wake up
et cetera wounded
et cetera killed
for dinars
the horizon’s built
the straight’s done
the hight’s raised
the honor’s pled
go, doughboy,
fight for this!
not for thank you
god no
otherwise
it will all turn at once
to a fest in wastelands
faint flame
run over all,
smolder a hole
in the plain
to the elsewhere
from this right angled world
fly head to the south
heart
to the core
let the all bright
peerless
hideous
killer
the chimera -
the hope
turn to a bird
let the justification
be lost