Last night I dreamed something
Compelling me to write it down
But then
I started thinking of you
And forgot the dream
Now I’m just making it up
That I dreamed I was
Running through the streets
Of a large city.
I had very long hair
And shoes on my feet.
My hair kept getting caught
On lamp posts
and car bumpers.
When I turned a corner my hair
Got wrapped around
some people’s necks.
And I started to drag them
As I ran down the street.
There will always be words
But we will not always speak them
There will always be places to hide
We will not always hear them
We will never see every
Fish in the ocean
Never taste
Every bug that enters our body
We dance with the hanging
Corpses above our souls
We watch our children grow
Like vegetables in the rain
We are like race cars
We leave tracks
Every time we go around
We lift our legs and cry
We pull on our faces
And paint the walls with
Dirt and light
Big moves in the night
Small circles
In circles
Circling
You are in every one
(This poem was originally recited on November 10,, 2014 at Kurhaus in Alling, Germany)
Schwervon! 