" Fragments of my drug "

<..The piano has been drinking...not me.. not me..not me..>

A slow song dancing in my brain
getting out the ideas,
slowly finding its way
through these veins,
while i smoke
and drink and laugh.

Burroughs pulls my feet
im a sheep on drugs
im falling down the stairs
that lead me
to a open space,
to a nothing space
all full of wholes
wholes, wholes,
brain full of wholes.

We are all talking assholes
our death feet
drag us through town
looking for some
useless
gestures ,
satisfaction ,
possessions ,
soul possessions
sweepings,
trash.

bunch of meat
all burnt meat
bones and flesh
stinking flesh.

Stupidity
mankind´s addiction.