Interlude third
BRIS -STICKING.
Sharks eat ice.
Moon Tuxedo sucks violins.
And I breeze & I glue.
Pirates invade Spiritual radios.
The pseudo-guides of the nation are beyond Nothing and Rail.
And I breeze and I glue.
The Undine and the knight are invisible in the storm,
Birds boiled in the empty dawn.
And I breeze and I glue.
Land of reducing its , the last men have no time to make art.
Boys "pop" draw postcards perverse;
Born to be wild , they are just empty
beautifully on the steps of marble paradise!
And I breeze & I glue.
the wastebaskets of the universe are full of love letters
ever read.
copiers burn the holy images.
And I breeze and I glue.
WHO IN THE BUNKER?
WHICH THE FAST?
cabaret voltaire unresponsive.
and I ..... & I .....
"Bris-Collage" published in November 1985 in the No. 8 of the journal RECTANGLE ( Petchanatz C., ed.)
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