Does anybody really live
Or are we all just watching our lives pass by through a screen door?

We all do the same thing in the same places
White walls and nameless faces.

Maybe that's what's wrong with our world.
No one gives a **** enough to put a name to those faces,
No one can see that those white walls are really blank canvases.

you asked her to stay
but in return you heard a howl
you looked up and there she was
eternally fleeting
perpetually out of grasp
for you were an anchor and she was a kite
she wouldnt stay but she always came back
for she is the wind
and you the earth.

In a dream I realised I didn't want you
In it we were painting murals on my ceiling
It was dark but light enough to see the outline of your face
I hoped it was the street light shining through the bent blinds
On my tip toes I stood just reaching the wall
Each of us drew our own delirious dreams.


Your face appeared in front of mine
The back of my neck stretching,
my fingertips reaching out to touch your cheeks
usually rose but now green,
fluorescent and bright.
It was morning

I tasted sweetness
My mind wandered
you had the key
to the deepest chambers

Imagination created wolves
howling to the moon,
me, imitating them as
you tasted sweetness
(and success)

Flashes of primary colours
washed my thoughts
into a rainbow sliding
around to the next where we
would finally
both taste the sweetness

We make mistakes, all the time ...
And this is what we do...

Sometimes good thing happens out those
Mistakes...
Sometimes we make the wrong choices,
To get to the right places ...

We are humans!

Four old friends
Dead of winter small town
Germany.
Smoke rising from chimneys
From cigarettes, and pipes
From trains riding the rural rails
From city spires
And factories
From airplanes
Airplanes
and Airplanes,
From Airplanes.
Smoke dancing and laughing
Stinging and coughing
Smoke in my hair and jacket
In the pores of my skin
Smoke in my eyes,
Up the hill
And through the woods
Dead of winter
Small town Germany
Four old friends
Walk two by two
Three by one
Four and four.
Walk by the church,
Down the creek,
Up the hills, the hills
And through the woods
Small town
Germany four old friends
Dead of winter
Cigar smoke and beer
Cigarillos in a chain
Smoke from crystalizing breath
And fireworks
Smoke from bonfires
And tailpipes
Smoke from airplanes
Airplanes and airplanes
Smoke from airplanes.
Smoke stains and cigarette burns
Little circles in my jacket
Germany
Four old friends dead of winter
Small town
Smoke tears
Smoke promises
Smoke memories that linger
Like the faint nausea
Of what-the-hell-has-happened.
I watch the **** end of your last cigarette
Crumpled and fading
In the ashtray of that Badischer bar
And your eyebrow twitched
The heart-wrenching shiver
Of what-the-hell-has-happened.
And I whispered:
(airplanes)
airplanes and airplanes
I whispered airplanes.
That’s what the hell.