The exploding airship approaches!
You’ve got my attention, ex-girlfriend.
Blaze up in your own fire, you beautiful Hindenburg.
If you come home we’ll get drunk and fuck like we still love each other,
then I’ll lie, you’ll turn icy, I’ll drive you home stoned and silent,
and you’ll have won. You always win. You always will.
the infinite summer i self-deny
an option to sleep and never fly
Winter’s promise of urban skies,
Night’s dream of unlit lies
You need to keep a balance,
but this isn’t, not at all.
Towards the sun
the rage is biting
Pull of the moon
hope is roofless
Less questions, more
satisfaction. Go,
I am, Continue, I will.
the conception and the coffin,
the sum, the whole, a peace,
a rush. A BALANCE, kept
regardless of your effort. When
you die, it WILL feel like
birth, your first-born
breath fills and fills and fills,
you are free, now and then
and tomorrow, recline as
you exert it all. No answer,
keep the questions, fly the
planet, you’ve got the keys.