the world
a madhouse
I know the central
I write these lines I
draw and paint each letter
with burning hands on
brandmalwänden
the world
a madhouse
I know the central
the gurus to heal dig
to leap into the shell
the professionals in
a twist and turn
with wound healing hands
the world
a madhouse
I know the central
the Scuttling kittel
race one and race
of continued drug runners with title
the bleak phase
with blow
the world
a madhouse
I know the central
the miracle cure
the sterile malls
the hopeful chapter
we read back then
between phrases
the world
a madhouse
I know the central
I write this
I line-drawing and painting
each letters
with burning hands on
brandmalwänden
the world
a madhouse
I know the central
yes I know the central
but I do not
burn I write this
I line-drawing and painting
each letter
with ashen hands
on self-healing walls
down
© Simon Felix Geiger, 2010
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