Something I tried... it's weird, I know:


Drying Colours

Sit up straight, especially when your mind feels crocked,
Do it the Emmanuel-Kant-Style, do the right thing.
And when the right thing is out of reach - settle for the second best.
We blink, but don't falter at the sight of those we screw over in the process.

There's leaves and larvae in the pool,
blood and spit on a white hotel-room floor.
Sacrifices of autumn, before winter comes in cold.
A tree on fire, in the distance, in the past.

Naked bodies are seldom rational, but everybody is naked underneath.
The man I am is dwindling at the sight of so much misery.
Laugh it off, throw a fist - but don't forget who wins after everything is over.
Who wins when the noises of battle fade, and the dust settles?

Slowly, slowly the colour dries,
But I'm not ready yet to step back,
And see how it turned out this time.
I keep painting even in my dreamless nights.

20.07.2006

*sighs* I still love it :love: