|
He may say
yes a thousand times
But nothing
– ever – will suffice
So why do you believe – me – when –
I wouldn’t have – denied it – twice?
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Donnerstag, 26. Juli 2012
Lovemelovemenot
Samstag, 14. Juli 2012
Swinging Teabag
|
Carving
circles in the air
Hypnotize
it with your stare
Mug this final destination
Unexplored
criteria
Teabag,
tumble to your bed
Zodiac,
come set me free
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Freitag, 13. Juli 2012
Class Reunion
|
Hey, I’m glad that you could make it
It’s really great to have you here
How you
doing, guys, come in
Champagne,
a glass of wine? A beer ?
Don’t worry, guys, I’m not the boy
With the Bible anymore
Remember how I – yeah, that’s right
Man, I must have been a bore –
You see I’ve got my own address
I’ve changed my name and attitude –
And now I’ve got my PhD
I can afford the finest food
I’m building up my own ideals
A
workaholic in my prime
Money,
self and confidence
Sex and drugs from time to time
But she – she sits there and avoids
Looking – smiling back at me –
And I can see – That she preferred
The weirdo that I used – to be
|
Montag, 18. Juni 2012
Violins
|
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
|
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
|
Montag, 7. Mai 2012
Over The Influence
You
breathe and listen to my lungs –
Your
wordless sounds of happiness
Keep
resonating through my flesh –
Our
hair is still an awesome mess
__________
I
breathe too fast and try to listen
But
your words are meaningless
Liquid
demons rampaging –
I
don't notice your caress
__________
In
restless dreams – a miracle –
The
two of us – an empty street –
We
don't feel the broken bits
Of
glass that cut our dancing feet
But
rum – is burning in the wounds –
– My
blood – congealing – in the sleet
Donnerstag, 19. April 2012
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