Rumination on sinister times

Of course, i still live in sinister times!
anger is futile. coexistence with homophob and telltaler
speak of my volatility.But i want
to kill you when you laugh on my words.

this rather is empty menace, for i never
plan physical violence.

there are oddly sinister times
when the talk of a tree withhold
the details of grim atrocity.
there are sinister times then!

most unfortunate age!

this is true i havent earned a dollar
but still i have food and smoke
blameful get euro from dole
but they(state) forced me live from it
tearing me up from
my autonomous wild life

i workedon imateriel matter
how to connct few poets in dada-unity
whereas everybody choose to stay for himself
i am fool, yet now i am away from my sacred folly.

like missix x i strive to wisdom
but i cannot reach even a shadow of it

i fight in uncertain battles
i reply with violence on violence
and i have wishes
whereas the wise man have to renounce on them.

in the town i was city insane
who was ad´vanced by folks to be fucking underground avantgard
to ressurect situationist movement
alive surr and dada
but all´this bunch of labour,
like they were offered
were to me too political..
or i might be too infantile

like bertoldi ate between battles
and lay me sleep amongst murders
only the love was what i breath
the love, of which finallyi seen nothing unless desperation, despondence and plenty of deaths.

in the slum of suburb i was always alone
building guerrílla gardens
from the staff, which nice peopleleft for me
on those notorious Neu-Köln garbages
i wanted not to much.
particullary be as far as go from rule,
away from might-tentacles

always exhausted, i cared my aim, which was always far away
even if i could explain it precise
i couldnt hardly achieve it.

through the was between classes
i reached incarcernation in loony bin
my renegade-indignation were arrested
by petty-bourgouis family
and diverse socallled friends. O my impossible wish after loniliness and independence
it must be one of my many illusion.

buh, i live in sinister times!
but i hope
that man of might will be destroyed by might
man of money by money
the servile will die on to serving other
and lust searcher will be destoyed on lust