red

the red line is there for me like a friend
opens me up to flow and hold my hand

I guide it where I want to hush the roar
heating my head and dry the sour pond

filling the holes within my useless mind
curling me up to leave me deaf and dry

and I float atop the strangling thoughts
calm stranded soaked red and drowned

(2.2023)

of becoming a shade

you’ve found all you need
and I’m scared to interrupt
your content state of being
with my delusional demands of
occasional hi and let’s
as I already see you barely
manage to spread me
somewhere in between
the slices of your was and am

the thinner I am in your thoughts
the more my everything hurts so once more
I become a paper plane and throw myself
against another wall of laters and sorry-nos
and while in my mind I sting you with a bore
you’re too good to scrunch me up and throw
far away and you know it would be just easier

because now again I just float
between everyone’s last resort

while the oh-so-caring strings of control
kindly remind me it’s all me and my fault

(11.2022)

poetry

schmop plomp flomp

all the rubber ducks
squeaking and avocados
and sometimes even splashing
of water against some tiles
tomatoes taste good
peppers are much better
especially red and hot
and hot the hotness aw
have you ever tried being stupid
you clever bastard you say you’re
useless but I could use you trust me

you know
when I feel empty
I don’t think of you
because nobody thinks
about me I’m sorry I wish
I could fix myself wait wait
let’s think of something else

sun and water and cozy blankets
sleeping tight to feel just right
making things to satisfy our needs
tasty coffee with fluffy clouds

have you already noticed
how pointless all that is
but that’s the whole point
of all these silly things

(05.2022)

November guest

on this chilly day hello
I greet you with a shiver
you’re wearing your black clothes
I’m wrapped in my dark thoughts
as we stare at each other
I hope you’re not too cold

in the hidden guard
of transparent walls
from afar I observe
your mournful grace

the air surrounds you with a foggy wait
and I feel your ache my stranger friend
this damp mist smothers every thought
and I hear no whisper nor call nor talk

but just another empty self-debate
of what if my black-clad chap
what if they forgot forsaken us
and still regardless we accept our fates
while perching on this wobbly branch

(11.2022)

I see it coming

I saw you hiding crumpled in a corner yesterday
holding a precious tiny thorny sprout close to your chest
watering it with stormy water full of salt
your mouth repeating my fault my fault
your muscles like a cage tightened around your throat
you poor little bird I know
the shadows of the ancient stones stole your song
but your pain one day will cry out
and the howling space will crumble
and disperse the mist surrounding your eyes
and your hand will cut your fist
and you’ll stand

(5.2022)