clean streets
of gentrified blocks
with high rents and
good access to public transport
connecting you more efficiently to work
while erasing the pleasure of the unexpected
tend to fund your inner fascism
please you with commercialized entertainment
and let you march in the columns of mass egocentrism
aka consumer's individualism
but thank the walls and the paint and the holy inspiration
there still blooms the decapitation mode of art
in the streets of Berlin
Schnipp, schnapp, Rübe ab...
citation from an oral past
and off goes the head
citation from Erich Fried
whoever wants the world to stay as it is
does not want her to remain
but grandpa and grandma relax
and the walls and the watchtowers and even the grimmest building
turns story
turns pamphlet
turns cry
turns x/pression
please life/live [trademark of Anarchy]
&
save our earth [get human]
still there but in new use
as blooming tourist venue
the wall of shame
the wall of death
the wall of se pa ra tion
turns earth
turns world
turns message
get human
become a proud warrior of dreams of peace and survival
support the blue sheep of your dreamscape
even if houses hang deer
&
float astronauts
are you
sure
you
know
where
you
are
and what
this
is
?
!
Never underestimate the impact of
wit
on your imagiNation
no matter if there hurts a heart in your head
or the seduction of hope
play!
and you might just find back to your liberty
of using your fantasy
to see
the (w)hole in the wall
and obviously most certainly and vividly
more than one grim reality
Say is this a picture
a photo
a painting
a girl
or a building
and don't forget to go home
says the poster
to you?
this is not a sign
this is an owl
this is publicity
these are three pyramids and their two moons
these are a catfish and a mutilated
commedia dell'arte
this is yet another wall full of bricks
twice & double
::::::::BUT FULL STOP:::::::::
BUS STOP
Simon-Dach-Straße
This is a cool hat, Simon
this is a cool roof, Simon
There are pokes on your street
& there rises a calm voice of reassurance
& rastaman speaks up in the blind angle of CCTV
the cages of your inner correction center turn dusty
turn stupid
if you leave them
can you see them as a web yet?
you were the spider
and you were the prey
grey
and no shades of sex in it
just fascism
dumb inner fascism
that blindfolded you hostage
of your desire to function
but
never forget the fist
that rises from your calm waters
on every odd sunny day
full of inspiration
even if the winter hits your protest and
you stare at bubbles in the ice
like diamonds
like planets
like hopes
and eyes
can you feel the music
can you hear the caress
of an instrument
to your soul
?
can you feel them giving?
Bringing your mind to its hammock
giving your sense a play of waves
and golden sand
Can you feel your heart singing?
Even in the depths of this concrete jungle
when the hailstorm of function and consumption
is countered by a tag and a moment
Well,
never underestimate the role of your surrounding
and its colors
to your self
and other
but at the same time
in the same place
never underestimate the layers of paint
and nostalgia
that cover and capitalize
on old games of war
on old slogans of freedom
be sure to use them wisely
be sure to defend them rightly
and avoid the clippclapp trap
of a tight embrace
without head
is this a building or is this a trap?
is this a blog or is this a gap?
yes.