STILLEVEN


I have to steal
like the monkeys
on the
still life
table painting

I had to steal
even words to find
mine
like yesterday i commit suicide
so if you come
it's your fault
not mine

I had to steal to find my way
i try to do my best
i try to be honest

You there
to hear from where i 'm
or maybe close to birds than clouds to sky
but i don't care of what you care

I had for title
like
Pakistan Long Grain Rice
good to go
with my little still life

We need food
some need more
words than food
with the plenty stomach

I don't care of what you care
cause yesterday i commit suicide, don't be surprise
of what
to talk about

I try talking but i prefer to sing
so i gonna speak about my works, i try to put some words, just one behind the other
sometimes 2 sentences, sometimes 2 words
but in the end
i get my melody
The Triumph Of Death
hey old Brueghel
refreshing new shit


Care yourself
i care of money

I care, i don't care whatever
what can i do for you
even for me ,i even try
i take for title, but sometimes i fail in color
for my bird and Birdy
singing Charlie Parker

I have to steal
like the monkeys
on the still life
table painting


And i get down
in the classical
music
and i go back
to Liszt and Chopin
By Candlelight
so i want put them fire
to push them alive


(D.H. 2008)


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