Die Menschen an der Bar / The people at the bar
#DaDa #LiquorLabyrinth #NeonNihilism #ThirstyShadows #BarroomBlues Gedicht / Poem A glass of static, a throat of lead, Talking to ghosts that are already dead. The counter is melting in primary hues, While the jukebox is playing the geometric blues. Faceless strangers in a liquid cage, Writing their names on a damp, dark page. The gin is turquoise, the laughter is red, Beneath the roof of a splintering shed. Drink up the…
Die erste Geige in magenta und blau / The First Violin in Magenta and Blue
#DaDa #MagentaMelancholy #VibratingVoid #NeonNihilism #ChromaticChaos Gedicht / Poem The bow is a bone of a forgotten saint, Scraping the velvet of a fuchsia sky, While the strings are nerves pulled tight with paint, In the resonance where the shadows lie. A wooden torso, a cage for the sound, Bleeding turquoise into the deep abyss, Where no symphonic order can be found, Only the electric sting…
Neon-Farben schlecht eingescannt / Neon Colors Badly Scanned
#DaDa #GlitchGospel #ChromaticCatastrophe #PixelPurgatory #NeonNihilism Gedicht / Poem The scanner is a throat that cannot swallow, Digestion failed in emerald and rose, A jagged ghost where logic used to follow, And static hums beneath the machine’s nose. Oh, binary priest of the fractured light, Why do you spit the rainbow back in shards? To blind the morning and to mock the night, With glowing ink and…
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