They’re teaching us to dig graves,
But not how to lay in them—
The first skyscrapers bulge and sway—
We take the penthouse by freight
And fire marshals get paid.
Fuck VIP, we’re high, we’re backstage.
Bringing in the new millennium proper—
a decade of drugs—
Each one of these years we take forever
Straight into our veins forever…
Cocaine! Cocaine! Cocaine!
(We’re begging you)
Give us more time for selfloathing.
Faster! Faster! Faster!
We can’t fit enough chemicals on.
Throw wind into our hair,
Our faces, our veins…
It passes through hollow filaments
Flagella and not much else.
Twitching in the Petri dish, the drink, the city
Like every night we’re praying:
Where’s the next party at:
Dancing and drunk, couch lounging and stoned—
Restless and not much else because
Tonight is not like last night is not like last night…
Searchlights lead here! Spotlights lead here!
Epidemic: suicide by jumping
But the beat keeps thumping.
Chandeliers, cocktails, gala girls, after parties
In bank vaults underground
With the steaming metros and teaming masses,
Steaming skin and the finest hashes.
We dive into smoke-filled pools
And coma dreams you don’t dare remember.
We’re already underwater,
In the city,
Swimming from deep experience to deep experience
While photographs laugh
And die without moving.
Ya, all the facebooks in the world
Couldn’t document the horror—
The parties and the poses—
Take the freight elevator down
So we stay underground,
And drink 40s in the als
While they talk and spit on human animals.
CO2 Emissions waft gently into the sky
Like Spanish galleons in some virgin Caribbean.
Machete of time,
Tracing the paths I’ve cleared away,
In an infinite labyrinth of dead ends.
And it’s lonely too—
Reaching for truths I never felt before.
– Michaël Veremans