bush legs
chicken hands
the monster of days
consumes us in person indeed
push dregs
clique disbands
impostor's ablaze
restrooms buzz with curses
drink mead

not a single blemish
that's suspicious
any man to cherish
red delicious fruit of heaven
treat or trick of hell
life is sadly sweet
death deems eve well

red riding robin hood
shlimazl of a wolf
is full of arrows
and grandma eats away
her exit way
a nice exotic dinner
the game carpaccio
gamekeepers of the abbot
as usually
are too late
and too afraid
of small saint john

funny paper
buying nothing
nothing selling
watermark
ship
escape her
flying
buzzing
soul quellung
sad remarque

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