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Earl Grey is my Pain Killer

I’m not seeing what I write
I concentrate on my teeth
Constantly observing my jaw

Is it an episode or a condition?

Asking myself in the kitchen
Can it be healed with a pill
When you go through that thrill
Will it make you wonder

leaving myself on the dancefloor

let’s finish today
make it with
dancing away

Sonnet #67: Cat

She is the queen of distant past and future
Within her memory, she’s seen it all
She’s got a shiny, fluffy fur to die for
She’s always pride and therefore prone to fall

all those internal voices

there is a place
I always call home
it’s in my head
it’s called mind

S W E A T

Sweat is the only thing I can think of
Sweat is the only thing my body explains
When it drains

free at last

freedom for the prize of guilt
of being a journalist
of sharing the bitter truth with the world

The Longest Day

The Sun is just an image of herself today
The clouds form shadows out of boredom
Look at yourself from deep within
And you’ll see hurricans of fire

Mosaïque de soirée d’été / Summer Evening’s Mosaic / Sommerabendmosaik

Wer kurz vor Sonnenuntergang ganz nah an die einzelnen Mosaiksteinchen herangeht, erkennt in jedem einzelnen ein eigenes Universum.

throwing a stone back to where we left

facing the miracles on the wall
standing tall no more
what’s left is enough
and that’s always tough