Testo-med  (b/w)

                    







                                                    D.

dissatisafaction is the point of depature
this what every nerve-racked keeps mids in marrow
and here you sending me your black sun
which drownin' in the fretfull sea of your genius youth
with satira on own infirmity to
let yourself went gay
in your sensational vanity past..
saying me,  „be blue“
saying me „good night“
you run eons of time to withdraw to see
my dance on the all four winds aether
you twist it with flight of dragonfly
i have to to pretty, i have to be cock-a-hoop
to be rewarded with a piece of your mythological-masque
dont hear my boots drumming pave
you dont look on me when i am on slipery ice
you are naturalo, in front of every sentiment, doubt, ennui, failure
you hide in the sleeves no titmouse
you smash whistle from my mouth
with envy looking on me, always kind, always, troubadur hermaphrodite
and you for five minutes walks dandy
you wait fifty years when come the nymphe
sent straight of Nemesis
to cut your big balls of heavyweight champion
but, uh, she will never arrive
and you will oglieng saucy youth
and in earned position of your junkthrone
you will stand up every morning at six a.m.
to invent new and new fairy-tale,
spoiling  all proandcon for greek myths
you write of purity, and innocence
keeping in glass two metal bricks
witch sitting, you watching rotting change
fearing the ghost-note  of my voice
and your rich bitch amigo performs selfportrait as beggar
you sent ut to the park where i slomo-easy dwell the second  spring
and you write the fairytale of judge with his wife  teaching  neighbore girl
first sarcasm and you enshroud in testosteron at dusk and at dawn
my lyte is second one which you broke
and listen rock and nick cave
and never ever approach near  
skid row which on good distance feed your wormwood  fantasy
for this you stare like a sparrow will again being fried for breakfast

 when i carefully consider the curious habit of you,
                                                                    i  feel  like very soon my iron tea will smash all eidolons with which you put some strange creatures of courage and pride  in your wicked testo-maze