BILL ALL KRATS

these the volcanoes of norway

these the unspoken volcanoes of norway

erupt not

in want of a neruda

that will not speak of them

yes come watch the blood in the streets on TV and in the galleries

that pulse there in the make-up rooms

that pulse

moles

tunneling absences

polar circles and black and white rainbows (nur der teufel trägt farben)

and market research shows we have yet to be branded

but

what about these marks we carry / die landschaft / krazy kat visionen

what about these scars       the bicycle accidents      slipping     pool

when will you dig me out of the forest of your nightmares

must i grow there too 4 real     and breathe     and thrust     fade

but be not a lamp shade     not even you

but me

who is that cat near the river in the shadows

that hates tea      loves chips