Love Bureaucracy Open the door, let the light in some more, that's drawing on the floor Two shadows Hairs, fingers, noses, lips dancing on the scarred parquetry that we walk all over now, how appropriate You won't remember the scene when the tied your feet together On the cross tapping the rhythm of your "woman blues" On the wooden cross and your high heels digging in writing your initials on it, upside down so we would know, a woman was here and what a woman you are... With a butter-knife i poke the holes waiting for your arrows in my cardboard heart and break my legs to tie a knot around your waist so i can carry you with me crawling on my arms around 3 a.m. they broke your door down coughing through the cigarette smoke with the stereo playing "I remember nothing" The ran through you pictures, ran through your ashtray, they'd run through you identity if you had one this is the Love Bureaucracy Scars on your wrists connect leaving you handcuffed so the examination can begin -"who do you think you are?" -"I'm not sure my self... I don't think it's a self" Reading restraining orders as love letters I am the reason your suicide failed you can't die cuz' you're living in my dreams that's why you can't sleep tha's why you're tired and pale It seems that you've been wondering through my dreams you got all the wrong things in all the right places and of course, one of them is me I wanna break your spine just to see how you bend I wanna bite your face to see how you taste I wanna eat your heart out, I bet it's bitter sweet I bet you jump more when i bite your lip than rub your clit I'm gonna make you a bed out of all my songs so you can use my lyrics as thongs and all the papers would drown in your hair and drag into your brain so you'll never stop to care and than id stare at your skin, white bare just like a desert dune in the winter wind I swear And just like that wind, my fingers tickle your skin write in invisible ink - "this is mine" I hope all of this is funny and it makes you laugh cuz all these stories aren't even half I hope it makes you laugh inside out I bet your even better that way, no doubt If I hang myself I'm gonna use your hair You'll be the one to blame - Now do we dare? Romeo mora umrijeti Romeo, Romeo, stvarno si je omeo, zbog ljubavi vaše od žgaravice ja patim Ovu noć Kući nećeš doć Pod uličnim svjetlima ja te pratiim Nadamse da leptiri u tvom stomaku ne liče ljubavi nego raku kišnaje noć, ubojito sijeva pod uličnim svjetlima romeo rekvijem svoj pjeva Ljubavi moja života moga ženo romeo na kiši boja beton u crveno Noćas romeo umire.... Ispovijest: Rudolfi i u neko vrijeme nakon nekih budnih groznih noćiju zaoštre se zubi ispod tih crvenih očiju i ne vjeruješ sebi, i sve je nepoznato Kad naša jegulja u kralježnici šalje kob i bol koja šamara nas po zatiljku sa poljuljanom zbiljom gladan čovjek kreće u lov između ljude podivljat, il među drveće se sakrit egzorcizmom ju izbacit, uhvatit dušu za grlo i prijetit joj a ja sam smeće kakvog nema i ja radim to prečesto pišem svoje šale svojoj duši nožem u čelo a slina curi, ko hijena se cerekam i kad prestane te plašit, dali postao si lud, kad ovcu iza oka trgne tamna vučja ćud samog sebe počneš tješit, da više nisi to ti Jer kada budiš se na podu ko onesvješteni zoduh kažeš brate nesjećam se nisam bio dobro, i sam znaš - ne lažeš tako dobro samo podvojena ličnost može lagat samoj sebi znamo da sve što opće radimo je samo utjeha za život, s kojim živimo Ovo je moja priča, o životu i rani Riječnikom kaijša i vina U crnoj kronici, ugljenom sam pisao Imena onih koji pljuju otrov riječima i djelom I sada, sam u mraku čekam svoju priliku I sada. sam u mraku biram svoje oružje -sam u mraku opće tolko nije strah Ja sam loš primjer tužnog lika ja sam čovjek koji loše osjeća se loše Eksponencije kurca Ja imam dugu kosu ja se drogiram ako ću ikada da udaram kurcem po trnju bit ću siguran da budem zarazan Kritična faza večeri Pukle su nam žice u glavi i sada mozak poput gusarskoga broda udara u stijene lubanje i sad veselje i bjes se jebu i jebu i tvore klješta za rezanje granica mojih i tvojih bjesomučno skeniramo noć i ključevima skitnje urezujemo na habu butučnosti upitnike. e. e. upitnike kao neki pokušaj da slijedim samog sebe u galami u izmaglici pogleda na pločicama pothodnika sa iglom i koncem šijem barjak našeg zbilja sa iglom i koncem šijem nama novo dno.