The thick cigarette smoke resembled London fog
The place smelt of spilt beer and ashtrays
He had curly locks and bunched neck muscles,
She was curvy, pale, with dusted freckles
It gave her a delicate look
It made him want to take care of her
They never made peace with authority
They didn't want to be authority
As poets, they wanted to be taken seriously
In their mind was chaos
"Nothing could ever survive a holocaust but poetry and words,
That's why poetry appealed to them.
It's eternal as long as they were human beings,
As long as they remained sequenced with words and combinations of them.
As long as we are human beings,
Poetry will continue."
You cannot get depressed when reality stops fulfilling your needs,
You are not authority, you do not have control over anything that happens.
Just change your mind and the way you react
So think of me as an erotic politician
Wearing the skins of snakes and suits made from custom fox
If I were to sing on stage i would resemble the Siberian shaman
Rattling my tambourine and entering a trance-like state
To lead my audience to communal ecstasy