the sun eats lost souls
spurns the journey before curtailing alacrity
enveloping sweat, sunhats, skin, reptiles, cameltoes, vile enemies, hot sand, green grass, pork ribs, baked concrete, fallen icecreams, bumper cars, candy floss, old sandals, broken radios,
reigning over all
hobos in overalls
the drunken, the sober...all

guitar string friends
drumset playgrounds
and bassline church choirs
cobweb annihilation
terra firma irrigation
sloppy blowjobs on the lunchbreak
fuckin in the parking lot
outside swanky residential gated communities

blue is the color of the sea
sun is the color of the day
and now is the color of my love

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- Gunter Eich