Splinters of Grass.

A chatty caravan, rows of cycling camels taking a trendy tourist tour through the Oasis

Walls of Trees

Sunglasses to hide biasses behind, rating agencies couldn’t be more cruel than veiled wishes

Everybody talks Inglisch

& I turned left to the doorway

where a XXXX chromosom couple crouched crying

sharing maybe the most intimate moment in their life

and all it was to me is these lines…a night of bar fights, walk-you-homes, doorstep rejections

& a vision of maybe

a finally engranted writer telling everybody ‘I`ll tell you so’ self-titeling his ranting, hypocrite

propaganda poetry, estranging Friends with the wide cast-away grin screen carried as prophecy of Re-ups & volumetions