airplane blues

Better than sleeping, closer to dreaming.

The empty ghosts were sharpening their teeth,
envying our self-made heaven.

They are nothing but Rohrschach Pictures,
endless mirrors – showing nothing
and mirroring only themselves.
Show them your Chelsea grin.

Look how fucking happy we are.

We are all mad here. I know.


…and maybe we don’t even exist and were never born.
Living in a phantasmagorical metaphor of ourselves.


Only with you, you, you I won’t dream alone.
Look – what a dirty world we made.
Wouldn’t faking your life
be worth the escape of our manufactured gutter?