Children Of The Nodapoc Gather Round Current 93

hi hello to all my friends!

you are my friend and i'm your friend

consider all your years lying dusty before you

your dreams that lived in your sleep nodlike are now dead

fear for the future

a tiny child's glistening hand

wet with a hundred a thousand

a million years of tears

she holds up a sheath of rosyred running poppies

they're almost dancing silk like children

a posy of pain

a bouquet of boohoos and blobbing

a cabbage wreath of cares

a veritable batch of vague voices

vapid echos from a vapid echo chamber

of formless frightening fears

not frail of feeble but ferocious

full of filth

seeing you already alas know all too well

that this woe is not the whole picture

for we live under a shadow

or rather many shadows

the bomb a mushroom grinning cloud

scowl like an insane inane

inanity and insanity

Vietnam a cauldron in which the best of our youth die

in the bloodtunnels

and furtunnels of Ho Chi Minh

the arms race at the Sovjet Union

Americans and people from space

struggle for control of the cosmos

of life itself!

TV and wireless with its sleazy saturation

electronic rays of sickness

sleaze and sex with a capital...ehh!

there is another thousand things both you

my friend and i

both know we're thinking of at this moment

why me?

why you?!

and what can i do about it?

then hope comes from my wallet in the form of a photo and a wish

that is what i want to share with you!

thank you!


is it all a lie?