City Lights

The world on a park bench day

Sparkling green mouths eating

Sturdust sprinkled cakes

Juicy lemon faces not short on good deeds

And you hear a distinguished voice

„Next customer, please“

In a very self sufficient manner

Hesitating.

You look down at your hands

Blue hands

From the stiff brain centuries

You wrote endless articulated letters

Of shame, of sorrow and the legitimacy of black nail polish

Sent into the arthouse void

Of humankind’s toiletpaper-bin

Hesitating.

You look down at your feet

Blue feet

walking alone in the canalization of those days

Looking for the purple crosswalk God promised for everyone

Indifferent red lights blinking impatiently, vomiting back

That there are very well city lights

Telling us what to wear

Hesitating

Blue hands

Black nails

Red lights

Go back to your alley!

Go back to you hole!

With your greedy lipsticks

And your bogus blue face

get your shit together

He she shit

„Next customer, please“

One step at a time

Damn, you walked for so long

Blueprint feet

„Welcome“, she says

Smiling in the rainbow color of her tooth brace

Enlightening the city lights

„Have a seat“