Yesterday we were the anthem of revolution
Singing, crumpling on the street of new order legacy
Under the ocean of beer insoled by the starry sky
Twinkling stars biting cigarettes between their lips
An installation of smokes misting the weather
Salute me a graduation, present me a gift
A bucket of duties and rights of adult being
Twenty years of living had never felt so vital
Shining path of 'arbeit macht frei', how frei?
(graduation night, July 2008)
Suicide Bride I
With you we are ten.
with ten fingers you clasp
believing vague nobility to grasp
We off from this pier.
on the float we look to each other
people we never encounter
Forty angels of neverland.
ask you for gutter flowers to detonate
what scattered hopes can donate
To feast the fear.
the debris is celebration confetti
a piercing explosion to catty
Who soon be forgotten.
faith denied in dropp of memory to fade
from the suicide bride's last crusade
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