Killer Time
I have problems with my head
I have problems with the world
I have problems with all these empty bottles
of Beck’s all around me
I have problems with my lonely nights
with my lonely erections-
useless and trivial
I have problems with all dead loves
and the dead babies and the dead armies and the dead
empires and the dead gods
and long time ago I saw the death in Spain-
bullfights
and I think the bull was proud and ready to die
I think he was in love with the spear
and at the exact moment
I looked deep in his eyes and I saw
the glimpse the flash the reflection
in the big eye
but nothing was wasted
he just entered some other place
created for something that not belongs
to this shitty world.
all the faces around me was happy
and everybody was clapping
praising their own
stupidity.