No Future Plans

No future plans
in these plains
for a moving train
is all that is needed

No long numbers
in this empty mind and disc-space
for a drink and a chat
can always be arranged

No bed to "go at it" in
in a troubled and fashioned city
until The Lion appears
and roars at me

Saying "I've got a place for you."
"But you will need to vanish again into the morrow."

One-Thousand Milliseconds at a Time

Tick tock tick tock
time is running away from you
one-thousand milliseconds at a time
hurry for the door
don't stop and think
be here then and there now
stomach aches from stress
make me want to fall a sleep
and not wake up
until I am in Bagdad again.

I Should Be Happy Just Look I'm Even Smiling

Although today is not the correct day
I still feel as if it was the seventh day (for us)
Worried the interesting, but very dangerous, chemical compounds
might just have won the battle today
To be a little more direct
if I may...

The ever so nice death-sticks
have (hopefully) momentarily
destroyed my throat

The always charming
but a bit frivolous: alcohol
has now taken it's toll on my digestive system

and of course lastly, but certainly the very least
for I don't necessarily enjoy everything
The Drugs
 ...
If I took any
then it was done in an unconscious manner
but I can feel my chest expanding,
my ears' ability to hear lessening
and the few bits of brain-power that remain
are slowly evaporating.

Although, I might be wrong
About something.
About everything.
I might live to see the morrow
and I might even want to

But for the time being
I'm sweating immensely in a excrement-fillet toilet-stall
unwashable and not belonging in the first world.

I should be happy
just look
I'm even smiling.

Three bottles of scotch

Three bottles of scotch
don't blend it
don't even think about it
Take the good with the bad
(as they say)

Never once did I think well
when on the other things
Write drunk
edit sober
(as he said)

Pressure on an empty stomach
dry mouth
aching head
and we go on and on and on and on and on.
Until the Sun shines
and the Moon is forced to hide.

Brainstorms and Synonyms

Far be it from me to criticize you
far be it from me to even have an actual opinion
reasoned and argued
established.

Nearing the validity of our claims
ever now and then,
just by a little...
one stride at the time.

Brainstorms and synonyms
let us crash-test my entire repository of convictions, doctrines and conclusions
Guesses and hints.
Chasing after a rabbit of naked truth, nitty-gritty perfection.

But for now:
I will lay in bed and think about what I should do
where I want to go
how much I need to get up again...

A World Made of Formulas and Numbers

Crowds gather
signs go up in the air
all of them with catchy phrases

In the concrete jungle
where the streets only go north, south, east or west
amidst the boring cafés

A world made of formulas and numbers 
dulling three of the five classic senses
an entire day spent in front of a rectangle

Until the crowds gather again.

A Constant Hum from the Various Computer Devices

A room in ruins
military ships sailing about
the cracking of baking rooves
THE DRY, DRY SAND

A constant hum from the various computer devices,
or tinnitus...
my feet are cold.