Let’s hear it for the students
The future is theirs
The past is their’s
They walk in green fields
They step on dogs
And squeeze their shits out
They walk through it
Let’s here it for the nut jobs
The present is theirs
Never letting go
Of the child inside
The happy sadness
The neck microphones
The plants and the hair
Lightening hits you in the face
It leaves a mark
I wake and kiss your teeth
Last night I dreamed
Everyone I spoke to
Was trying to get me
To say the word: “Why?”
I didn’t get it.
I left feeling confused and embarrassed
Wilst du tanzen?
Warum?
Warum nicht?
Take a look in the bathroom mirror.
Will today be the last shave?
It’s not hard to see why
People once thought
The clouds were heaven.
It’s not hard to see the power
In bears.
But a duck is an extraordinary
Thing
Car monkey sandwich hats
Pillow socks with electric smiles
Trees tha cry
and the rocks who love them
All the impossible things
we can imagine.
Just before breakfast
It’s beautiful
You are beautiful.
(This poem was originally recited on November 6, 2014 at Antje Øeklesund in Berlin, Germany)
Schwervon! 