Shops set in one cast
At pommes I line up last
Steps up a guy like a fat ox
Shoves me like a toy box
My spine back in pose
One reflex to the nose
Bursts the skull into shambles
Crashes into the next pane
Showing minks
Chinchillas and sables
Sirens howl for miles aloud
Police cars, officers jump about
Wanted pommes, majo, a light
Sit in now, hand cuffs up tight
Am chased by docs, injections
Unending torturous questions
About a single second

Heidrun-Auro Brenjo (ed) 2012 - 2002