Pick down Taxi

These are my pictures.
This is what happens all the time when we grow up. Surrounded by darkness, the only light falls on false faces.
No need to grow a long face, just smile with it.

We got together, a little shy.
She hid it behind her back. Her little cuchi Teddy.
Then i got bookblocked.
Angry books, good books, forbidden books.

They where always there
to rescue her.
Like an island plane, taking you away.
Not taking me away or anything, but then i
LOOKED CLOSER in the eye,
i could see at the very bottom of everything.

I was never good diver, but i sure love the deep deeps.
I will dive except the reason,
to find the golden sphere.
Upholding the cruzified soul,
wrapped in blankets.
Watched by the great gray whale not carrying for anything.

The sphere, just like me, heats up.
Wraps me in trendy colors. Shows the body.
High, so very high.

And from the kitchen window i see
With a heart unclouded by hate
no Solution. Just a mess.
That human bedlam.

The police man, who could not sleep but screams in his sheets,
The harelip child that bites if you take his phone,
And the Computer Programmer who wants to life like Ghandi,
The gay couple from Ukraine, meeting for the last time.

“Pick down Taxi” 2015 – 2023
Digital Illustration, Animation;
(C) Simon Linder

Music:
Johannes Luckemeier