Schwervon!

I awake on the operating table
Half healed, ready
For adventure

I choose my bed for the race
Roll down the window
Set my sights
On the perfect pillow

A gun is a sad way to start a race
Today I choose a different weapon

A crashing cymbal or a rolling drum?
Reminder that in all successful races
And dances
It is imortant to keep moving.

See all the faces
Hear the tiny screams
The laughs inside the screams
Inside the laughs inside
the screams

Local scenes

Donuts are made to be broken
Balloons get stuck in the power lines

Not to worry
There doesn’t always have to be
Something behind everything

Don’t worry
When everything is right
We will know it

Once my prison
Now my sweet resting place

I wanna drop a love bomb
On the entire world
Read the book of faces
Face to face
Roll over and wake you
With a spoon and a kiss

No obsessions
A fan spinning in the wind
Recycling the spirits
Smoothing the skins
We are soft smooth snakes
Smiling and hissing
On warm dry stones

The pigment is something
It’s not everything

In  my parent tense 
There is a new way of looking at things

I am listening to your zebra heart
It beats within a lion chest

I listen to my own Voice
It tells me to stop talking
And stop listening
To let go of the flippers
Watch the ball roll

Everyone here is talking
To someone else with their eyes

And the next thing happens

The past falls through
Our skeletal fingers

The bones are now
The bones keep us safe
The bones keep us alive