I wrote this poem a long time ago

early august, 1995

or

Hopefully Instead of Reason, Our Salvation Happens Instantly, without Meaningless Anticipation

first sit from the heavy sauce and think

out the window down ten feet, over twenty meters lies a radio

htz and hundreds numbered 

from its monomouth echos shantily a pop song

huey lewis and the news/heart of gold/sports
1984 was a shitty year 

Der Tag Dann Nach arrived in the wee hours in faded blue irredescent brightness staining white eyes of the village sleeping in quiet somberance

the hooligans all left hannover with hangovers and handcuffburns

something left the rest of us

from this window i can see four cement poles, tin corrigated 

yellow fields browned from harvest

white walls

red roofs made from rock that appear unindigeanous to the area 

nothing asthetic or athiestic and apealing to the eye

[like a nice model with curves and burning red lips

selling soft drinks

auto marks branded on her brests

oil and beer brands tattoo attractively around the navel

if she has a sweet mouth she can talk intellectually

in circles about tampons

the real raw meat, none of that bullshit

salesmen show you wankers [branleurs

and wächslers] giggle about, this is

 Blood, the stuff that spouts from your

throats when we slit them in the

 revolution, trample your bodies into fertilizer,

spread it across the fields and hope that none

of your demon seed infects the crops

for the forthcoming liberated generations....]

i want to hit the masses with Red anger in the nose

give them a complex about facial features because

they dont look like the whore on the billboard

with insurance premiums and blowjobs imprinted in the fineprint along the ridges that curve along her lower Red pouting lip

Red. 

paint the world Red 

spread communism sex and the national blood

spilled for our freedom

all over the world the blood spilled

the hungry communistic freedom blood

spilled in a rampant orgy

with pepsi cola

a flood of chinamen running red

spilling over the Yalu river

for our freedom

red paint spilled over maps of old europe

dilluted with champaign, smeared with stinky fingers

(the Party's raging!)

in the wee hours as the smoke settles

her buttocks flatten the prussians.

the blood of a hundred million almond eyes spilled in mass

irreverance for freedom and coca cola

tHe IrRelevant blOod Stains of

one          [second]

Hundred       percent

fIfty years ago to the thought

two   many    times

tHousAnd     still

nine     [05]

hundRed&100s&100s&100s

tHIrty frozen moments unfold before us 

one more is me

evaporated by irredescendent brightness

[agaIn and agaIn]

into deserts of glass

staining white eyes

mouths dropped in a half circle upwards

mumbling along the daily routine

singing lullabies

white blood staining wallls

it must be their souls

Now we can stand glowing glad

and wave flags of red white and blue

blood streamed from their eyes in tears

our hunger raged us blind to oblivion

the communists froze god in silverchromatic landscapes

he lusted into the virgin with hollow eyes

A computer impaled on a billboard bright lights highlighting

breasts and the auto marks and beer stains branded

sexy like a well-used spitoon

In the new world they sell computers

in the ideal world they shoot up computers

in the real world they will shoot computers.