Im Taxi

Traffic lights, jumping on red, just before the first, second and third branches.

Then the shopping mile, the manor, dimmed light: im Innern schwarzer Nylonstrümpfe.

A long loaf of bread from the back of the Jura, Sliced ​​high in the sky.

Again, a stop! Razor sharp blue in the rearview mirror and through the window pane,

which now opens automatically at the front, a warm train, a stream of filth, Exhaust gases and

Lake … and, you heard right … Meeer, my ear flickers in fragments!

Oh, such a sea licks its water back and exposes the huge sandy beaches!

I run over the soft, sulzigen Abschnitt hinab, there, where the sand is hard and pressed

on my sole, the smallest wave breaks. Then further, cool water in mine

Back of the knee rises. Wash me on the hot kiss in the flood. I dry off at low tide!

 

S: like south and XY: like longing.

Every year the Cape of Remembrance, Nachdurst, who vomits into the sum

his closest companion into it; into the solar sum turning point!

 

S: like Schm- No, S: as always, XY: how infinite.

 

Now he accelerates.

 

(* in the taxi: this means a trip from A to B., the the “satisfaction” the compulsory reason- or emergency needs serve like a doctor, Procurement of medication and, in principle, bread as well)

 


More bei Colliuris, French Pyrenees, 2012, MJS was there

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