Ist hier noch frei? / Is this seat taken?
#DaDa #PorcineSoul #ExistentialOink #AbstractPortrait #SchweineWelten Gedicht / Poem A melting face upon a sky of blue, With eyes of ink and lips of cherry stain. A layered beast that gazes back at you, Through clouds of orange, violet, and pain. Is there a seat for one, or maybe two, Within this fluid, kaleidoscopic brain? The snout is lost where colors start to stew, A portrait washed in neon, psychic rain. No chair is found…
