Poetry from the Girl with the Red Boots
Little... Red ...Bike
The nerves are getting thinner, where the dark man hits the mouse ..
The dreams are getting thinner, when sandman hits the lions gong ...
To easy to dream, but too hard to reach, unless you have giant shoes ...
red ones ...
Santa is smiling,
The voice of a new day ...
He likes it when his deers are running ..
Running through streets of old smoke ...
I'm sitting in my cabin ...
I'm still a cabin-girl ...
watching the wonders of the day ...
Quatzalquotl is painting the doors ....
With green and black paint ...
Still waiting for his horse ...
To watch his new mail-box ...
These circus's are new ...
Without lions, without ages ... just simple stuff ...
Like a,b,c ...
With simple machines,
with roaring numbers ...
is this the daydream's inn ?
The flavors of flowers were always on my side ...
Especially when I opened new doors ...
It was the hard way out ...
Finally I feel soft ground below my giant shoes ...
Finally ... I have some veiled sisters working in this circus ...
It's the dreamland's world ...
It's built by manchild's confessions ...
and coffee-breads ...
Quatzalquotl is smoking his pipe ...
Choirs are surrounding him ...
Mystical choirs from a long time ago ...
They seem to like him ...
They spin around his head ....
And me ? I'm still the girl with the red boots ...
Still your mother's rage, and your father's lengths ...
I'm still your brains and your heartbeats ...
The red tiger .... and his coffee .... cup ...
I like to speak, like my sisters do ...
Circus of the alphabet ...
Do you like to spell my name ?
There are sabbaths on a monday-morning ...
Enough to scare the teacher away ...
It's just the daydream's inn ...
It's the dogdream's out ...
All manchilds' confessions ...
And it's all too loud ...
There the teacher is running ...
Waiting for the orange road ...
To escape to some new dwarfs ...
But they are not easy to get ...
They ask for high sacrifices ...
All schoolbooks know ...
Like the teacher's bag does ....
He said satan liked to ride bikes ....
To ring some bells ....
To invent some dwarves ....
It's the little red bike ...
And that's why all the kids were laughing ...
while you were ...crying ...
Little red bike ... coming from hell ... returning to the maze ...
To drown some new students ...
A little kid is riding it ...
having two knives in his pockets ....
big ones ...
too big for your mommy ...
too tall for your daddy ....
when the red bike strikes, there's no escape ...
then your mom and dad are ...changed ...
is this the horror's dream,
is this the daydream's out ?
there the little kid is riding ...on his little red bike ...
yes, it's the daydream's out ...
it's the hard day's inn ...
together with your family, they are changed ...
suddenly you don't dare to look into your mother's eyes anymore ... and you are running for your daddy ... something you always did ... but now it's worse ...
he had a hard day in hospital ...some cats stole his meat ...
and now he had to eat birdseed ...
No tale can describe ...the horror of the red bike ...
No santa clause can save you, when the red bike rides to your city ... riding to ...your house ...
Everything has changed ...you even don't dare to walk to your uncle and aunt's house ... even your neighbours are dragons now ...when the red bike rides ...
It's like the curse of the dentist's, it's like there is no way out ...
when the red bike strikes ....
it's a thousand monday-mornings on a saturday-night ...taking you away ... it's like the teacher's revenge ...
red bike, red bike, where are you running,
red bike, red bike, where is your home ....
you are still wandering like a lost dwarf ...
It's the dogdream's inn ...
Sixty black horses are waiting in front of your house ...
trying to take you out of this nightmare ....
but when the red bike strikes again ...
it's finally sixty panthers surrounding you like there's no way out ...
everything's changing ... when the red dream strikes ...
no teacher could invent such a trick ... it's all from the dwarves ...
and it's all like there's no heaven ...
even heaven is hell ....
when the red ride strikes ...
I'm a fool to wait for your confessions ...
I have my own ...
Millions of kids are screaming in my head ...
Heading for a new day ..
Pushing me under in a nightmare ..
Red..little ..bike ..
There's nothing you can hide when a baby with a gun stands before you ... drama after drama, it will find it's way to the cores, where all life began ..
no secret cases ..all open and white ...when the baby comes alive ..when the red bike comes from behind the corner ..