old tired mildewed walls
plaster & dandruff
4 walls parquet ceiling & falseceiling
12sqm reality
prefab designed around you
white walls of dirty porcelain
CLOSET life
one way
down in the hole

In this room-life
I’m waiting for my white dove
like Noah set on the ark ledge
seeking for my Promised Land
like Job growin’ his apple tree

With this room-life
I’m going down at the bottom
of an M.T. glass
1 2 3 4 5 6
whiskey & beer
still world smells musty
in every distorted thing

I take my escalators
for 7th Heaven -nor AmericanDream neither EuropeanHistory-
with the archangel of my soul
also trapped in this net
broken wings&web
world wide
we take the lift to Nowhere
thirsty of sense
grasp&reach for a leg of hope
I won’t draw aside this foggy curtain
though it doesn’t make any sense
seeking for a connection
to lit up this evening

‘till tomorrow the World’ll shine
of pale thin angelheaded
of words made of senses&body
My 8th Heaven
My 10th Muse
My 13th Apostle
My 2nd God
My last 66 mins of peace

Just my logical life
behind M.T. glasses
GONE UNDER