"I'm Digging In" (23.12.2009).

I've got all the colors of the tiger - sisters know it for fact,
brothers don't care, I love them like that... so many... so
stoned...vibrations of palm scented youth.

Where are you?

Brothers gave me roses, sisters came with a 45...whitey,
gotta take it, gotta beware...bourgeois forces want your
head...impaled on their plastic fence...exposed in a white,
cellophane window, for white fat kids to see...lawyers
want your work.

White cheap whores want your dick, preachers want your
soul. Cemeteries roar for your body.

The doctors want your brain, runners want your muscle.

You're the alien of derelict districts
they're all looking for...here, take this gun,
take acid. Lots of. Here's some tinned goods. Eat.
Here's wine. You've got to survive. Smoke this.
You'll see more clearly.
We're gonna pick you up real soon.
Just look at the sky...use your mind...use true
electric airwaves.

They're gonna come with their cameras, crosses, banners, angry flying fists
fighting for true religion. Blood and gold,
tobacco and liquor...the only true god...death at your door...
mostly Christians - blood remembers the spiller...

but you best ignore it. Write books. We might need them later.
Write music. We need a new anthem.

Stay stoned. Don't leave the apartment. It'll happen all by
itself...just watch...they'll never find you...your door has been
marked. The Airport has been closed. The Devil is kept in
chains.

Who are you?

We're Scythe to the White, Soul for all Colors...Listen...you're
one of us...bathe in this...bathe real long...you'll turn black and red and yellow
...you'll see the Night in all colors. We will recognize you.
Here, here is the piano...screw it electric.

Listen...I've come a long way - space was cold, but... colorful...magic
I've spend years of communion there...millions of years, while here,
down on the planet, the climate changed, infrastructures exploded,
architecture disintegrated into jungle...I had
to leave the city...

...of feathered snakes, anonymous pyramids in underwater sunlight...hey,
we were the nuclear light...look at the ceiba, black stone...Fifth Sun crying,
turning...ice melting slowly...This is Africa speaking, lost immaculate rose...

I've got a strange kind of feeling...it was neither an asteroid nor a giant bomb.
No idea...got high on the shroom...so beautiful...all those lights, orange horizons, distant ships talking,
falling to Earth...so psychedelic...so... deep...the birth of real
communication

take care, hold on to your coats...hold on to your homes...my face hurts a lot...
must be the cross of guilt...Three-colored Man in the Night... White Faced
Demon at Daybreak.

Enjoy it. That's all you've got. Hummingbird Morse Code
Colored Disguise.

...I'm off to X-Balba soon - lots of green land, parks,
spacious attics, no noise but guitars and scrapbooks
and water, water water...
Pure to change the Color.

I'm just digging in.

I've got all the colors of the tiger - truth is I'm a mindless
swan, headed for the void.

Wait. Dig in. Find means of escape.
Change into Tiger.
Live according to wavelengths of space.
Fear not - New Sunrise is coming shortly - right after the last, pathetic
commercial break.

Then I'll go marry
the last immaculate rose.