utamachote


“Because I am human”



producer/
director
photographer
writer

- based in berlin




The Tame

(28/3/2017)


I spring above
And shout
Two hands two legs free
I am quadropod
In gramma of my revolution
I would dare to strike
Light up  the curfew
That red
I have the red sentient
With respect sir, my hand
Is too dirty
Perhaps for you, sisters-brothers,
For such heaven is sanitized
By certain sperms of holy water
Damn
How same you all look
Side by side
In circle circle
Elsewhere
The white caravan of west
Speaking secret tongue
I got to eavesdrop



Should I tremble
Should I let this fear
Unattempt devil’s  eror
Strip me naked bare?
So my filters and flashlight
No more a shine
So that I’d become one of the species
You’d classify,
I was to creeping
Down there I would belong
And up there where their hands
would shove me drown




Hello would I dare?
A century in blind, it stinks
A second where my voice snaps
I spring from the top, just like you’d expect
The hungry rodents there
I reach no difference
No matter which accout I use
Perhaps face so familiar
But so do others as strangers




The fences are raised to keep
me
And my fantasy
Tedious howl
At the end of dance hall
This mouth, shut
Between the metal rod
Creep my salivas