Fresh Fossils

[Guitar riff slowly fades in]

We used to be goddamn hippies (!)
Roaming the roads with our thumbs
Feeding of sweet sweat and ten-der
coincidence
(...)

And when the sun left us
us fresh and moist
sand

to dig ourselves deep into
the earth

like fresh fossils
on the edge of the ocean (!)
(...) x2

A catamaran in snooze mode
on the sand is reminiscing its days thrifting

[side note for feeling:]
(one side of the edge purple and dark,
dry and wet oker beach
dried out leaves and woodsticks from the other side of the world)

(ROunded and faded pieces of glass
Stepping on these new shapes never hurt us
And tonight
nothing will)


We thank the boot as a roof
Imagernery bow
we sleep kiss underneath

and we keep ourselves quiet for the evening

x2


The dogs,
finally freed
form their leash

Here their independence
can be released *

Only they are aware
of our presence

They almost reveal
But the never betrayed us

x2



(here, on the beach,
the masters doesn’t worry about them
the boundaries are quite clear,
they know the ocean is not forgiving
the paramaters of vision are enlarged)