The corpse of CBGB’s
Will never rest in peace.
How long until the final morsel
Is picked from her bones?
Last night I dreamed
I was a comedian
Luckily I woke
before I had to to say anything
Funny
If the hole in the curtain
Is where you see things
Then through the hole in the curtain
Is how you will be seen
In Germany the beer is free
But you gotta pay to pee
When we wake on top of the Mountian
Life is about learning to fall
We see things electronically
It was always this way
Electric fire
Electric stars
Electric warriors
Electric bees
We sting with love
And our sparking silver tipped tails
Someone tore the wings from
My back
And replaced them with guitars
We mask the pain
With amplification
Bzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzz
We suck the music from
Flowers
We infuse it
We use it
We never lose it
(This poem was originally recited on October 30, 2014 at Tsunami in Cologne, Germany)
Schwervon! 