And slowly I approached the village
When I
heard them from the coast –
Maladies for melodies –
I glided over sand, a ghost
I felt a
fire flickering
Behind the
pitch black dunes just when
I saw them
with their instruments
A shoal of oily fishermen
Violence in violins
Disharming me – I guessed that sooner
Or later
they would realize
Their life
was pointless with no tuna
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Montag, 18. Juni 2012
Violins
Finding You
Rain, an
absent-minded tree
Abandon
each and every limb
Nothing in
our eyes to see
Zeal we
show and still conceal
Invisible,
too soft to hatch
Somnambulist
phenomena
Keys for
someone else’s car
As we have a lion heart
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