I told him exactly the same as I’m telling you now: The gun you point at your people is a gun you point At your
You don’t know when it starts nor ends But you must live it in twists and bends. No manual robotises your daily experience And no
My colleague wants the Art of Zen, in French of course Translated from Japanese…I suppose, for they started it. But she wants it from the
My tux folds on me like boxes in a warehouse, And my tie blends in the picture, not even a fibre Seems out of place,
No neither. I see… I see bird droppings zoom out the sky and And… Humans drop looking for luck in different spheres. The crowd panics.
The rain dance is drugged beyond reason to the point That the grass bends beyond reason till their points Wave in the sludge pulling