Dirty poetry
In a buildingIn the centre
There is a basement
Fulll of corpses.
Without any lights
On
Down in the
Light
To watch you
Emptiness.
To make art
Of you
Is a pleasure.
Get under the razor
Or not.
You like it
Under the razor now
On a painting
In black and white.
Cut the locks and chains tonight
Com on down to
Me
Everything that's new here
Is dirty poetry.
Life is playing
It's dancing barefoot, but no one else
Here, knows about this.
But I think
I imaging about a life
Where all of this exists.
I've been there and I'll be coming soon
To get you
In the basement.
Poetry by Tobias Bauer
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Written on 2006-06-30 at 16:05
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