English – Page 43 – Scriptorium '77

if so, vertigo

what if Earth doesn’t move anymore
one half gets the day
the other the dark
and where they meet
the shadows collide?

One Thousand Years and Counting

The winds and smells and noises from the distant wars are blowing. Someone looks up; another one looks down. There are no warriors anymore. They are just children.

translation is key to understanding insomnia

within seconds there is dust
prior to this was a civilization
with culture and a language

futile is the agony during a hurricane

everyone was told before
yesterday
all that’s gone
is better than
today

Sonnet #47: Confusion

We want the cooler air in hottest places
Because the breathing trouble torture us
When hardest raindrops meet the softer faces
The weather may behave like treasonous

so we grow another pillow to fight / hide

so we grow another pillow to fight
one against one
us versus them
pillows are soft

For Lunch to Berlin

On the surface we leave
Footprints on doorsteps
What a concept
Leave it on the ground

Wir machen Mist

Wir machen Mist
weil’s hier so beschissen artig ist
weil Touristen mit SUVs kommen
ihre Räder auspacken

increasingly indifferent

this is me / thinking about tomorrow / which is kinda lack of mind / that degree of imagining / that won’t happen anyway

Make it simple

If it’s getting worse, make it simple
Lead yourself to a space that is safe
Can be your mind
Or some kind of road