Two Poems in American

The Negative Bunch

We like those depraved smoking clouds
filling up the space where no words are

moments of silence builds up
to this wall of deathstruck nothingness in our
drugged and mechanic hearts.
Love is just a device trying to break us.

We make our money through garbage-hire/chewing asphalt
and spit cigarettebums
killing dopeheads just to get a fix
getting a fix just to kill boredom

The black clothes of endless space (to match timetravel)
fitting tightly to our bodies
making us faster than light
making us higher than sky

Young robots of mankind
praying for rain so we will rust up
leaving our parents in hopelessness
making them feel for once

We got all freedom we want;
making food taste bad
makes us hate
makes us bored
makes us wanna see the blood
of dead people
making war laughable
making pale skin piles
leaving for the city
Shooting ourselves in the head
would makes us feel alive for a second

But corporate states and money-eaters
wants us alive, doing nothing
dull and gray, cold and stonehard

In a converging feeling of paranoia
we try to feel: right and wrong
It fails

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Sky
automatic poem, stonedrunk on a bouncy train

Smokepainted sky
Oh, how I adore you!
You free spirit and fuck the hell, SKY
My mind you're releasing

I've been tempted to crash all your nonsense of wide and beautiful postcards
printed by the trees and scanners of the world, set free by us.
Oh, you helluva sky.
You shouldn't be pictured that way, only you Sky is the mind and seeing of yourself
Oh, your freedom Sky!
This is the time to set free

Sky, paint us with your belly, make metal turn blue
Warm us in the night of no-justice, where broads of no self-confidence pierces their skin with needles and razors, where guys with no moustasches getting chased by drunken/christian parents, killing every dream of naked men
where transvestites are in the movement of people, painted in your colours; free
Free to show love
Free to give back
Free to take all
Free to control you out their own passion

Sky, I give you to all of the alcoholics and whores and policemens and rapists and publishers and militias and festivals and revolutions and rockbands and sexy girls of Sweden and red-bearded seaman and the frozen and the stiff and the out dead and forgotten!
I give you to burned-out people with their faces melted to the TV
I give you to animalslaughters who think their saving the world
I give you to crazy politicians, with their crazy country, with their crazy people.

Sky! Sky! Sky!

I give you to all my past loves
wonder where you got them now?
Maybe they're with me in Iceland when the doomsday arrive
and Sky you will be boiling all the pussies and dicks of the world!

Sky, dont forget about earth
They've been selling it out
The place where I explore you
and your infinity
Don't forget about the kids of Russia,
who stick death into their arms and don't forget about the people of Libya, Egypt, Tunisia, Syria and every country that got a gunslinger as ruler.
Help them with their revolution
Don't let them eat themselves 'cause we are free to fuck and love eachother
Murder is just a messy excuse to not listen
and they costs metal, metal which is necessary for jewelrings, Lamborghini-cars, rockstars, big bags of trains, electric telephones who communicates through you Sky
Big tractors puff fire to you Sky!
Big cigars puff fire to you Sky
Big bombs puff fire to you Sky!
You look upon fire tonight Sky
You look like heaven!