What remains, of what was, and that then increased. (In the sense of an entropy). I mean, it hung there, And who said what. And one went into the exit. Is now left, and forms a landscape, Und mehr hab ich dazu nicht zu sage ...
love poem
You were a closed one. Gray and withdrawn. But a sun was burning (in) to you. Planes were cruising in your sky, against two, nichts als verworrene Linien. Your direction: Why?- Always further away ---- from you! Gives ...
Retro_2018: Babies stay! And blind!
I want to understand one, which is not easy to understand. There is not much to understand about her; It's so simple and simple! Do you understand me? Ask her. Or: You know, as I mean ’? Liebst du mich noc ...
A self-portrait
Before that there was the future, and afterwards there was the past. And in between there was a middle, which was completely missing. Except for this little moment, maybe. This was me. This was where I lived: A temporary solution, das blühte in den Ewig-Anfang- ...
Diary: 16.6., with a salted fried egg
... I made it a hundred meters from the house. A pleasant wind swept towards me, the eyes flickered; They do not succeed (more), Objects, People, To accommodate shapes and curves - Not, when I go - und die Augen zweifelsfre ...
Diary: 12.6.18 At the station
Lung test around an hour in the train station. Just had to see life again! Often used to go to the train station, just wanted to be there, where life is and then really missed it. Never reached the center of the world, nie ihre Mitt ...
Of the (Household)Hook of my previous tenant (Fall and Resurrection)
Two days, after it crashed, he left it to me, zusammen mit etwas Uringestein in der Toilette. And when I looked at the apartment for the first time, hing ein schwerer Rucksack mit Seil zum Auslüften dran. And now too: wie ein zufälliges Mut ...
The beneficiary with which not everyone proliferates. Or: Two would-be actors in Berlin
Wronksj plays Hamlet. Jo has had enough of the life theater. What became of Uli, I don't know. In the mornings they climb the stairs to the court theater on rotten sofa beds and warm themselves up with a ball game. The one, that of another ...
A poem by Anne Sexton
"Book of folly, the reverent rowing towards God" (1972) Erde Gott schlurft im Himmel herum, completely kinked, dabei möchte er bloss seine Zigarre rauchen oder an den Fingernägeln kauen und dergleichen. God has heaven, sehnt sich ...