calling all locusts

trapped here, like emotional dead weight, overweight
a pedophile troll under admiralbrucke, perceived as sensational siren by some birds
chanting away, old melodic fairytale

dancing feet rolled up like corn dogs and barely warm, ashes of burnt flags drawing new maps on worn jeans

un-christian territories spattered by unexpected urinal outbursts, the semi-messiah, pee stains and swans gobbling, now ready to try flesh

corals dropping from every sanctified orifice

all ferrymen put to work on clogged canals

coins trapped in sticky pockets

morpheus now morphii, morphed like everything else into everything
abandoned to the heavy salvation of wasted onlookers

looking, surely not into eyes