Beware

I have to crawl away

From the declaration of war onto all four strings

From the narrow-minded spring into all four walls

From burnt food behind all four misfortunes

From a generation of evil into four black numbers

Throw on the old uniform worn by somebody to holes

I will have to do without blue dusky birds

Without mismatched eyelashes

And revise in the morning what didn’t work out yesterday

Leave the dirty railroad car and continue with the haul

On the uncooled ashes, on a self-made broom

To throw open your arms in sleep, to not trip in the dark

I will have to swap the ritual

That I am sick and tired of

For a deadly missile

The squeaky chair at the table

For a child’s scream around the corner

The wreath of tangled roses

For a depressive psychosis

The psychedelic paradise

For three bolts for the shack

Everyone is crying out to me, beware

Everyone is crying out to me, beware