Susanne Darabas

Celebrity,

where have you been all those bygone days hidin’

behind the counter

to make all the lose ends meet

I’d reckoned I’d see ya

go highlight up in fames

when you heard of torching

no regret having room left in the hate

of now

But hey, Celebrity,

there you are sitting in

quiet like a fruit laying out before the painter

eyes out ahead to the truth of casual oppressing

passed the all around disruptive teaching

in your school of perception

head full of details

guts full of guts

High noon standing

ofering sacrifce

below the scream of the highly repetitive magpie

waiting marching playing pranks

hoping no longer not really your life is endangered

not here anyhow not now

at least not before the fnal battle

Medea against Gaia

both having nothing to lose

Escalate your courage,

Celebrity, unbag the glue

wind is rising