when i shut my eyes
concentrate
steer horns
grow from my temples
like ivy shoots
good morning glory…

fuck it… i’m a minotaur
searching for unicorns
stilll in my uniform
i tore it off
i swore to myself
that from this point on
no labyrinth alive
shall contain my absinthe mind

when i came to the edge of the jungle
about to hit plain
and the wires
that wrapped up my ankles
my torso
my forearms
tore off/untamed

i have hooves now
television mountain
in no time
is covered in glass
as a matter of fact
this illogical habitats
panoramic aftermath
is broken and smoking!

IN NO TIME
HERE I GO
TOEING THE LINE
WITH THE HORNS
OF A BOVINE!