i wish my nostrils
could inhale your beauty
a close encounter
would be wonderful
i´m full of words
i´m aiming
and i´m shooting
i never miss
just like old sitting bull
we´re both just passers by
in modern cities
but you are not
a refugee like me
i´ve lived this odd life
since the early 60´s
you try to understand
but it´s too deep
i wish my lips could taste
some of your sugar
that lovely sweetness
that you radiate
i´ve got a load of bullets
in my luger
so come and kiss med deadly
little kate!

LARZ GUSTAFSSON March 15, 2008