good taste...the liberating avoidance of the obvious

the things you thaught me

How the goddess swallows
Our love and terror
I step through origins
Old work-whore, slave-blood
Blown to bits
Every layer they strip
Was recoverd salty and white
But the wet centre is bottomless.
All that i believe
That happened there
Was a vision
And mine to dispose with
Now it`s gone.
Always in between
What you would like to happen and
What will
Was it you
Or the ball that kept going
Beyond you, amazingly
Higher and higher
Focused and drawn in
As we went sailing evenly across
The you and the me and the it of it.
I am the artful voyeur
Of your brain exposed
Next time will be the last
As we are launched right off the earth
Dependent on the invisible air
To keep us airborne and bring us
Further.
I grew out of all this
The appetities of gravity
You lose more of yourself than you redeem
No man can tell you
No wise man can tell you
Otherwise
A nine-to-five man who has seen death.

Midnight advice

There isn`t one single problem i haven`t solved in my head, or at least thought it over, while washing the dishes. So, if you don`t feel like doing the dishes on a daily basis, just let`em pile up...never know when they`re gonna work their magic. Chances are you`re gonna end up eating with a plastic fork from a cardboard box you saved and made it resemble a plate with a little twist of the scissors. But that`s a small price to pay for illumination.