so they got him
just like us
they’ll got them all
anyway
earlier or later

I’m lighting my cigarette
and I’m watching the coffin
in the shadow of her feelings
pools of tears
everywhere around
and mugs and faces
all saddened and crooked
because that’s how
you divide people:
mugs and faces;
but sometimes
mugs are much more honest
and bitter-sweetly more beautiful
than usual beautiful faces

people wearing suits
too hot
when the sun’s shining
but the one down there
doesn’t care anymore,
does he?

so they got her
another one in the line
disobedient sinner
flying now
in a caravan of clouds
physically rotten worm food
worse than Baudelaire’s carcase
it they don’t burn her
and save her from
this humiliation
’cause nothing really matters
and everything is really important

and so they got another one
and another
and another
all these cold cooks
they’ll get them, too
one day
one day
just like a spider
got a dead fly
in its spiderweb

I’m scared of spiders
but sometimes
we need them

the coffin’s closed
the songs are quiet
they threw away all the paper tissues
salty just like Dead sea
life goes on
there’s no other way
ars longa; vita brevis