APIARY LEVEL ZERO

Coarse face
Well-worn tires
I like the girls with Cleopatra's haircut
I like the girls with nose rings

Don't believe in the Blond, it's just a myth

I stand on a pallet
The wrecker never came
Around me only bulldozers
Wild
Like lions without jungle
Like people without money

We have broadened infinity
in multilingual diaries
with moldy memories
painted

Unwelcome daydreams
march between
tropic storms

Damn Loneliness,
I broke down the hive with a bat
Mutiny!
The bees escaped, a stampede for exit
In the black and yellow noise
noone could distinguish
the queen bee
anymore.