of all the sand and the rage
there is only one cause
to be either an elephant or a dog
the silence creeps on bad writers
I alone stiffen the rod to heaven
not a believer but in a certain gods
who played the fields and ****** hard
humans and animals alike
a sort of cruel joy
we moderns **** but its all we've got
bark and **** and eat dream
you can only be sad
strength to raise up every day
to see ugly faces with ugly jobs
and ******* preoccupations
where is the passion crime?
Ah my left arm for a solid love
bed and drink and be left alone