the famous telegram to universe
i'm down and out
roger
boxing match is over
the god takes nothing as a winner
i'm taking half of it
as was agreed beforehand
i need not a physician
the world is sick
but never will repent
and publicans already did

the edge of an abyss
a wall behind
the final choice of flight direction
up or down
drink bottom up
rejoice
god's only town
that's hit or miss
thus devil has resigned
begetting goodness

it's not sustainable
my life
my lack of life
it's lack of death as well
but what is death to me
just meaningless word
destiny
i'm harder than ark shell
not to be born
there's no such midwife
and no cannibal that could devour me
i am forever in this husk

please mind the gap
it is a final tunnel
to hell
so you will end in heaven
of any popular belief
that has been chosen
by laughing god
in dirty clothes from slummy laundromat
that's for some reason dreamt of
as galaxy by our philosophy

splitting bamboo
is an intricate art
weaving the fabric of forests
of some universe
like cordon bleu
god as a bart
wordly preparing that
non-kosher meal
so immodest
devil will not reimburse
millions of souls spent
cursing with jewish accent

the shrink has shrinked me
to a speck in hell
not that I was before
a dotted line in heaven
but I was kicking
breathing
and alive
not anymore

a sobriety no more
the drink of love is infinite
so doped i am
so high

well
you know something
something knows you
bell
that loud dumb thing
sky calls for the coup d'etat
spain's on fire
planet's burning too
me
myself's in dire straits
and no clue

the final autumn rain
the blood of stars
from arteries and veins
of universe
dissolves the human tissue
that's foreign to the planet
thus solving the eternal question
but alas
the silence afterwards
and nothing gives an answer

it doesn't matter really
well nothing matters
nothing
a dozen lilies of attar
bell
thing of splatters
passing
passing