I'm over the sea of fog. To assess the situation. Stand flawlessly in one spot, than myself. Inhaliere saumloses Blau, so, look- I breathe in and not out. I think: you never let yourself go. Vielleicht we ...
I want to emigrate to Bauchstern
I want to emigrate to Bauchstern, Lichterort, where they go, when they get small. As bright as only the night can be. Sick, Cripples and farewells throw their candlesticks into it, unlucky star followed blindly. Expanse, die das End ...
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 ...
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 ...
I stand in front of the mirror and pluck drowsy gray hair
I was dreaming, last night? From the eerie house down on the embankment, gives, where the road makes a sharp curve, bent into the rock. A rugged one, sunless sight, like the old one, ancient woman, who lived in the house, am Morgen im ...
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 ...
From the UPD agglo, December 2016
Fog tooth at gargle height, carved light vortices, Opaque stockinged horizon, Brustmass Besteintes, Breath hole under pack ice. (22.12.16) A table. A newspaper. a plastic cup. And the artfully paneled armchairs, schwarz und mit massiv ...
The stables of the Federal Equestrian Institute
I know this night light. Fifty-year-old lightbulbs, which paint the stables in a winking dirty yellow. An armored green laser stripe lifts off. And there, at the end of town, wo zwölf Scheinwerfergrazien über den Blähbauch unt ...
At the hairdresser's
Old by sight, showed her most loyal friend, Madame Spiegel: eyes, nose, Can, a couple of crow's feet, schemenhaft, as well as a flap slot for the prisoner's daily menu, the spartan fare, above, behind the forehead, (gereic ...