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