I shall have to crawl away
From declaration of war with all four strings
From narrow-headed Spring at all four walls
From burnt food for all four disasters
From the generation of evil in four black numbers
To slip on an old threadbare uniform
I shall have to do without
Blue twilight birds
Multicolored eyelashes
And amend in the morning
What didn't work out yesterday
Leave the filthy train and keep on going
Riding a self-made broom over still-warm cinders
Open my arms in my sleep so I don't stumble in the dark
I shall have to exchange
A boring daily rite for a deadly bomb,
A creaky stool at the table for a child's scream behind the corner,
A crown of tangled roses for a depressive psychosis,
To bolt the psychedelic paradise inside an old shed.
Everybody's crying out to me, "Beware!"
Everybody's crying out to me, "Beware!"