verlassen meine Gedanken
meinen Kopf —
Und wie Luftballons
schweben sie über mir
und bedrohen mich
von oben herab …
sitting on a park meadow — no one repents.
A newspaper is moving on the grass.
Silence between them, the radio is playing jazz,
the radio of the two friends. Weiterlesen →
I won this price in a lottery: A flying carpet for my snobbery. He flew better than an aeroplane. In thirty minutes we’ll land again. … Weiterlesen →
An evening in Zoom music club
Sex hides everywhere, in two dark eyes,
in high-dressed hairs, in a long black coat,
in two pretty faces.
Which of these things produce truer sex? Weiterlesen →