THREE FLAVORS

I was on my way to do a graffity
everything now looking really gray
when I'd left home it had all still been gay
...the sky a renaissance painting to me
of greyish brown clouds like from 'Da Vinci'
the rain fall had made the road to a river
and my van was hit by a tidalwave quiver
my ballons flew out the window
forever good bye
into the sky
and as my soul followed
I looked down toward earth
everything tiny from up so high
my route was moving direction sky
the war had just ended
and the last of the troops
being called to their quarters
they must follow orders
in the midst of everything stood

Three flavors

The Good The Bad and The Ugly one
still floating above all
my vision perspective so birdlike
what was in them, those bottles
holding those flavors
to far away for me to see deep inside
Yet the first spitt fire
blue recoil curve ribbon
spreading carbon-particulate matter
certainly no drink that could flatter
The second yet blast a champagne cork at me
what could it be
a 'Veuve Cliquot'
from a harvest to show
ribbon loops green
if you know what I mean
though that could not be real
only a dream
did I see a glimpse of two people
smiling inside the green ribboned bottle 3D
it obviously did not matter to me

Three flavors

The next bow in red
inside a scull of a dead head
all labeled with a price
I could see from up here
My cloud did a dive
from the bottle came nothing
just a very last breath
next to it my spraybottle rest
a dead fly a dead bee
and my last cigarette bud
the current from under
came and pushed up my cloud
I was glad in a way to leave this crowd
The last persons laugh was really loud
it wasn't a laugh
it was more like a shout

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