stiletto crow - poetry show

Do not let this question trouble you

Are you sure you want
To send me to the recycle bin?
Zeker weten? zeker weten?
I typed the word ‘what’
As hwta
HWTA

Point your nose in the direction
Of your dreaming fingers
Grub
No I won’t back down
Don’t send me to the recycle bin
A world that keeps on moulding me around
Feeling me into shape
Like a whacko gropes a church

The results of your dreams
Will be sent to you
In a letter, internally
Back down your spine
And curling round you like a snake
To disappear down your cake hole
Where you stuff stuff
Waar, jongen jij je mond volpropt
Met dreams
Should you need to dream further
We have courses available
Depending
Naturally
On how much you need
And what it costs
To get stuffed

The owner of this car is a grub
De eigenaar van deze auto is
A grub
A grub

High Wind Tears AnAsshole in the sky
Dreams pass like dogs through
A pink burning hoopla
Held by your daydreaming fingaz
Like a Johnny Tambourine

What’s that Daddy on the horizon?
A recycling bin boy