képek, betűk

in the end I was wrong, as usual, but it was good that way ----->
a cat stared through the window, and
blowing souls out of chewing gum
on one stripped-bare globe after another,
i invited it to the kitchen
we cooked soup out of hypocrisy.

today I will be wrong again, like yesterday
I keep watching the lowered blind,
wondering what could be outside ---:> streets? free molecules?
dog-shit mountains reaching up to the clouds?

I told you I was wrong yesterday.
a man in hazmat suit took a sample from the truth.
your hand is colder than my nose — let’s swap,
now you can be cold, too.

I knew I would have to be wrong after all,
everything always turns out for the best.
the sun will shine forever from today — that is the decision.
everyone is saved. the heroes kiss.

my stomach hurts. the stress-worms are drilling tunnels.
with every step, a black lamp burns.
a hairy hand gives out bananas,
they steal Saturdays, then the trees, the lakes,

...they devour the moon, eating each other’s chocolate,
licking the paint off the moulded walls.
with knives and forks they attack the chimneys,
the comedy of the situation could just an easy crying.

I was wrong, I am wrong, and I will have to fail again.
the trap of thoughts is the final outcome.
the empty conclusion and a glass of salt water,
let us sleep, let us rest, and lie ourselves a beautiful day,

one in which even fear is pleasant,
where pain feels like a gentle touch,
and the time itself turns hatred into a joke,
and there is nothing but what you would like to be --->

anything, anything at all —
and no one dictates,
nobody exploits others
anymore.