1. C 16 (MILLION COLOURS, PART I AND PART II)

Above the black land
Above people of blackness
Above black weather
Above relations of black.

Under the black sky
Beneath the black stars
Under the gods of black
Below the void of black.

The black sun.

Are the eyes closed?
Or rather just picked?

I scoop a handful of black earth
With fingers I touch the black glass
I kiss my hands and lips of black
Chew black meat and bread in my mouth.

Even white coffins of black.


2. S (FUCK ME TENDER)

A smoke a fog and a black cloud soaked into
Made of concrete labyrinth`s walls called mystery
And penetrated then through
Easily like finger put into the water
Aiming no target blindly finds its way
The place for the key in the centre of my head
Known to my army and my enemies` forced
The smell of victory in corridors surrounds me
In the beginning of the battle pointing me the winner.

I am
And you are
I am your enemy
And you are mine
You don`t have eyes
And i stare into a mirror
And i see us both.

The key is yours `cause you`re inside
Victory is yours `cause i gave you a hand
So lick me
Exploit me
Catch me
Fuck me tender.


3. S (STITCH, STITCH)

And when my eyelids are hold by my fingers
And by strenght i split then hardfully
My lips at once by dextrous hands of reality
Are stiched by the thread of resignation.

And when i blow my nose into a bottle
I inhale the fog of odour
A tar alternates the blood, because my nose
Is already clogged with dextrous hands of reality.

And when i pull headphones off my ears
To listen out for the news from afar
My lips at once by dextrous hands of reality
Are stiched by the thread of resignation.

I also don`t eat and i don`t drink at all
As my mouth is stiched up.
I don`t touch, i don`t grab
As my hands by sewing are absorbed.


4. A (A DATE WITH TREES)

Colourless walls
Silent, dumbed
Are throwing into my ears
Groans, noises, cracks, squeakes
Mixed with flashes of lightnings and peals of thunders
Tanks, trucks, trams drive in
Elephants, ants, giraffes run in.

Colourless walls
White, black, grey, yellow, pink
Flat, smooth, soft
Are seating my eye in this theatre
Where shapes, colours and forms
Dance and bend
One, two, twelve, twenty four
One hundred, a million frames per second.

Due to all the delicacies the head grows fat
Towards the ground more eagerly bends
Draging a deadman along
In the abbys of this bottomless pit.

Let the world in burn!
Let the world in burn!
Let the world in burn!

I scream and i don`t spill a tear.


5. B (EVERY BREATH-IN AND BREATH-OUT)

My skin contracts
Bones are breaking and twisting
Blood runs out of tears
Eyes are tumbling deep within
Frowns are carving my skin.

Bones recontructs and straightens
Heart again is sucking blood
I behold again, still I can`t see
And so on with every breath-in and
Breath-out.


6. A (IN THE KINGDOM OF FRIDAY ON TUESDAY)

To fuck off with all of this, to whirl, to rustle, to clink
To see spots of blood married with smiles upon faces
To fall down, to ride without a grip, to mix colours with Each other.

To put fingers into the water without any single reason and Without commitment.
By liquids to struggle with thoughts, to paint chaos and Hatred by them.

Love, fear, sorrow, joy, the sense of touch and hearing
The ability to watch and to notice the contours
Of lying with face in the soil
In the kingdom of friday on tuesday!

To trepass its borders
It is like to loose virginity
To walk the dark path
Without chance of return

Come on you fucker
Once more we`ll make a bigger hell to ourselves!