Sometimes, the neon light in a supermarket is brighter than the people are inside it
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On Sunday
I went grocery shopping
like a zombie
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I wandered through the aisles
empty-eyed
and got friendly only with the paving tiles
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when I couldn't reach the top shelf
I realized,
I wasn't able to ask for help
so I pressed myself through the sliding door again
and cycled back,
like a maniac
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in the evening sun, unfortunately, my shadow arrived at home first
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later on,
when I lay awake at night with hunger pangs,
I got humble again
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I guess,
you can't only live on brain food
but hey,
missing you feels kind of good
Montag, 31. August 2015
Freitag, 28. August 2015
my sofa
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restless bodies always travel
it's a bitter feeling not knowing whether to stop or go
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they told me that time-machines don't exist,
but I'm not so sure
maybe we are always everywhere
and always gone
maybe we are always nowhere
and still moving on
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I once bought a sofa in a thrift store
- it came to me from the Seventies-
the moment I wanted to get rid of it
you sat on it and made love to me
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now it's still here
while you are gone
but somehwere in the Seventies
--I'm sure
the three of us are still going strong
(August 28th 2015)
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restless bodies always travel
it's a bitter feeling not knowing whether to stop or go
---
---
they told me that time-machines don't exist,
but I'm not so sure
maybe we are always everywhere
and always gone
maybe we are always nowhere
and still moving on
----
I once bought a sofa in a thrift store
- it came to me from the Seventies-
the moment I wanted to get rid of it
you sat on it and made love to me
-----
now it's still here
while you are gone
but somehwere in the Seventies
--I'm sure
the three of us are still going strong
(August 28th 2015)
Montag, 9. März 2015
Im Bett
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Ich lag nieder
also unter dir
und betrachtete dies wohl
als Niederlage
Also deckte ich mich
mit Abweisung zu
und schlief traumlos ein
Als ich aufwachte,
hattest du dich weggedreht,
aber deine Schulter war nicht kalt,
auch wenn du das vielleicht gehofft hattest
Ich lehnte mich zaghaft an sie
und bat um Verzeihung
Dummerweise sahst du beim Aufwachen nur noch meine Betonwand
Von dem Schock hast du dich nie erholt
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