Feb 2020
Dear Jack, I sat and read your letter,
these lines of beautiful disaster,
wrapped up in a coat of poetry,
now carved in stone to thrill forever.
Dear Captain, can you smell the dead steam?
Hear the engine’s maddest tunes?
Just beat that slow, old road machine
right to the coast and up the dunes.
Let roadsigns blur, as we drive by,
towards the sun - it’s setting soon -
then make the stars fade in the sky,
and chase the Godess of the Moon.
Dear Brother, I don’t think I’ll make it,
this path is way too rough to take it,
so I sit down and drink and laugh
in sand that’s soaked in blood I cough.
Again I’m trapped, I’m caught in hell,
while snarling lurks our next farewell.
these lines of beautiful disaster,
wrapped up in a coat of poetry,
now carved in stone to thrill forever.
Dear Captain, can you smell the dead steam?
Hear the engine’s maddest tunes?
Just beat that slow, old road machine
right to the coast and up the dunes.
Let roadsigns blur, as we drive by,
towards the sun - it’s setting soon -
then make the stars fade in the sky,
and chase the Godess of the Moon.
Dear Brother, I don’t think I’ll make it,
this path is way too rough to take it,
so I sit down and drink and laugh
in sand that’s soaked in blood I cough.
Again I’m trapped, I’m caught in hell,
while snarling lurks our next farewell.
Dear Captain,
there’s land on the horizon; land which, after this light-deprived and soul-******* winter, at first seemed to be nothing more than just a product of my imagination - another daydream that I let happen, grateful to escape the monotony of my existence for just a few seconds and to dive into a world of motion and road signs and myriads of colors spreading across the scenery - until I convinced myself to take a closer look to realize that there is actually something out there. There’s is a summer ahead Jack, it is coming!
there’s land on the horizon; land which, after this light-deprived and soul-******* winter, at first seemed to be nothing more than just a product of my imagination - another daydream that I let happen, grateful to escape the monotony of my existence for just a few seconds and to dive into a world of motion and road signs and myriads of colors spreading across the scenery - until I convinced myself to take a closer look to realize that there is actually something out there. There’s is a summer ahead Jack, it is coming!
