Sweating Out My Anger

The political scene is boiling over
Weather does its best
To keep up with the moods on the streets

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sonnet #59: Dogmatics

The clouds roll out emotions left in space
My cemetery walk accepts dark matters
Some people leave their life without a trace
The church is more concerned about dogmatics

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Fur Enough

It’s fur enough
That they hesitate
I wouldn’t meet myself
Not even with an advocate

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sonnet #53: Selfless

They point and tell, they sell their souls to clouds
Their dictionary of life includes just phrases
What doesn’t make it to their cellphones shouts
Update your apps or else in micro spaces

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

weekends are for winners

weekends are for winners
because mondays are for losers
and the masses
who keep shouting

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

This Is Where We Belong

We’re travelling this space for a while. All is dust and we mostly consist of water. We’re still playing with fire while hardly breathing.

© Dominik Alexander / 2023

Sulla Would Be Proud

Poetry writes itself
Yeah
Especially
When you are trapped in a train

© Dominik Alexander / 2023