Exiting the train
a mother has been gibbering
on asparagus and India and crime
eyes half open
I am entering a crowd
a procession downtown
leading me into the hell
of consumerism and
weekend shopping
a neverending mall
Dresden drains you
the old town still
crowded by bargain seekers
and soon I am surrounded by
a spring fair and market
a Bockwurst spectacle
of booze and purchase
marching bands playing „Guantanamera“
and the slight feeling of being confined to
an accoustic Guantanamo of German bad tastes
suppressing shriecking laughter
Drowning in Dresen
even your bowel movements are charged
no mall without paying for not peeing in public
the eldorado of capitalism has just opened its jaws
and aimed at swallowing me
on my way back to the station
another jaw opens next to the shoppers path,
a bomb crater, the relic of a long-forgotten past
the only site so far that has been spared
the consumerism marry-go-round
of recreational activities
I have to leave and take
the next train out of Dresden
before it drains me