Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Lump By Testicle And Anus

The last lines

nothing left
out trembling hands
between soundproof
walls streaked on my own
barefoot half-naked
tick steps in tact
my brain braingefucked
my brain braingefucked

spans completely
feelings burned
restlessly driven
miles running
and line written
view banned cloudy
nothing else remained
nothing remained

but
still roaming
yes
continually glancing

restless and searching
does my heart beat dragging
inputs by white-gray
barefoot on icy ground
pulsating close

fenced psssscht
immobilized
locked

!

hospital air lies down under neon lights
stoned to Truxal not interested in something and I stumble
polter
being in my persecuted
on high voltage

my heart a bomb from a bomb
time

the clock in me
tick-t-ack tick tock tick tock tick tock
zig zag flickflack click clack fuck fuck brain fuck
zig zag flickflack click clack fuck fuck brain
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
brainfuck

it clacks my forehead against the Wall
the knitting already knitted wraps around my hand


SchnickSchnack schnuck
tick tock swallow
SchnickSchnack schnick schnuck
tick tock swallow
SchnickSchnack schnick schnuck
tick tock tick tock tick tuck tick tuck tick tuck tick tock tick
tick tock tick tock
tick tuck


of knitting chic
knit with embroidered letters
he bears my name only my name

my neck
he does not wear

my soul lives around
ticking and from
the wheels pretty fucked
blood squirts out
with seven stitches
patched up my heart again adjusted
ticks until my heart immediately walked to the beat
tick-t- ack tick tock tick tock tick

slowly roam
in endless loops
in endless loops
no whisper
whistle no
only endless grind
the experiment
items to access

in lanes
in touch

leave

bicker it
voice inside me shouting and clatter


dissected arteries
torn souls
speechless

quarrel
fenced immobilized
locked

psssscht!

soul jewels sparkle not
rigid stare and silence around

speak prohibited
correspond offered
from really high up
from really high up

they keep quiet
we keep quiet
we keep quiet here
that is our duty!
talks and we do not promise to cure


speak prohibited
correspond offered
say really high up
make pale in snow-white robes

that is our duty!
talks and we do not promise to cure


insidious roam
in endless loops
in endless loops
no whisper
whistle no
only endless grind
the experiment
items to access

in lanes
in touch

leave

it bicker
vote in me

shouting and clatter
dissected arteries
torn souls
quarrel speechless


fenced immobilized
locked

psssscht!

soul jewels sparkle
no longer rigid and silent, staring around

nothing remained except
shaky hands
between sound-proof walls
grazing alone I
barefoot half naked
steps tick in the clock
my brain braingefucked
my brain braingefucked

tell me
who is still there
when nothing remained tell

me
who is still there
if no one you will

tell me
who is still since
seconds when dry

and life
the last line you wrote ...




© Simon Felix Geiger, Nov. 2010

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