Post-modern Flight

Black bird underneath the chairs
the table hangs beside the waterside
erecting the line on top of the page
the pigs are jammed between
the plastic teeth of the big wheel
the existential deed is rubbing against the red wall
nowhere to go
a conclusion of the rusty spectacle
the exploded image is drifting cheerful
on the higher mountains
her hands are moving towards the key
she’s tuning in on the drunken songs
and is transforming into the infinite witness
of the silent whispers
deep inside the malicious dreams
of the seducing world conqueror
experimental disorientation
on the seventh step of the pain
the actual connection became a sentence
it’s running wild
in the devastating waves of the ocean
the closed doors collapsing into darkness
the eternal growth is vaporizing in his hungry fists
the soft rhythm of the solid ground
is drawing back in terror
the bloodbath is swallowing the edges
of the still waters of the Garden.