Sonnet #78: Fog

Through dirty glass the Moon is shining bright
The fields look icy white and lying pale
And suddenly the land’s without a sight
This foggy morning tells a frightening tale

© Dominik Alexander / 2025

Sonnet #58: Garbage

For hours trapped with egoists in train
They talk without a pause and drink their beer
Their smell of garbage drives me fast insane
There’s nothing greater to enjoy in here

© Dominik Alexander / 2024

Sulla Would Be Proud

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

© Dominik Alexander / 2023