jungle in the head

after my poem from yesterday night - drunk and tired -, I must admit, that this time I am really late. But ”city jungle” is sort of an odd theme. And to think that a jungle is something coming out of a flowerpot is almost ridiculous. You are really in your dreams. I start of my contribution with an Idea that I had already during the last theme. A town as a labyrinth.



I remembered the visit to Marrakesh, the incredible jungle of smell, noise, crowds, passages.



And in my dream – going through one of these passages I met my pictures, an enormous crowd of houses stacked into each other, an all over it there were people with guns, just wanting to shoot me.







But then there came the ultimate hero,



taking me at the arm, pulling me away, into another section of this town (I don’t remember which it was…)



So at least we reached a coffee shop, had there a Cappuccino (wasn’t so good) and carried on with the plans for April. I proposed: “showing the way” the reaction of my hero (believe or not) was stupefying.
But here we are…
lets go on.