And now my body can feel, how time stands still. Or the other way around: there is only time left, noticeable, a heavy boggy mass, Clay, maybe, that reaches up to my neck, while I take one step in front of the other, w ...
Stammelpoem
Up the Sun River: a stroll. Down the Schlatten River: a lawn. Cross swings. Am Ufer mit dem Reiher stehn. path! Get away from here! Away from not understanding! Up the Sun River: I, the sun tide. Shadow River Down: in deinem kalten ...
diary, 19.5.
for this and that reason I think again a little bit about the depression. Does it exist or does it not exist? I am inconclusive, but I tend to say, that depression doesn't exist, but a psychohygienic invention ...
Diary_10.4.2020
When we don't live our lives, what life do we live then? This is not my life, just a strange hose, who tosses with me in no direction. I mean: the, that I helped shape, the, that I wanted to give back to myself, w ...
Guesswork
Guesswork. These strange sounds, that rushed out of my throat, just, because someone visited me once. Of, for example, you had just come, shoed in loudly rumbling from outside: I was already giving off too much air! Hyperventilierte! Hab einen Zwi ...
Visualize our toes
Visualize our toes (Physically posthumous) God and I were seriously ill. Betroffen waren unsere Mitten, We both would have needed the drip. But the world didn't care about us. God has had bad cards in the world for a long time, um me ...
Ketten at 10
Ketten at 10 The first word was love. The second word was death. The third word was being. The fourth word was peace. The fifth word was have. The sixth word was fear. The seventh word was war. The eighth word was lust. D ...
Moment speak
Scroll through albums. Where flowers bind oblivion. Passing through. Less than two minutes. See, what still connects us. From ShardsPictures, become alien, Ostrich image. I! Mirror mosaic! Lay down on me. (1.2.20) ...
Homesick Island
Heimwehinsel Ich bin die Heimwehinsel. Year in and year out alone, surrounded by silence, stray people sometimes visit me. They roam me with expressionless faces, they vaguely see me through a screened film. And ...