nursery

 

fingertips focus on careful
shapes, odd colours
rectangular sounds tentacle
their ways around
red-cheeked rooms

babies' eyes scream with
dreams unheard of

i swallow blithe bubbles,
meandering mouthfuls of life
and push the darkness
back into sunlit corners

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orange crush

 

on evenings when
the sun sips
orange crush
i fall in love again
with your torn
shadow

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deserted playground

 

another deserted playground
i can see the guardian angels
hovering above the rusty seesaw
reclining on the yellow plastic slide
idly gossiping on a cloud,
hanging low

and one of them,
a little chubby one
in the corner behind the swings,
is devotedly biting his
angelic fingernails

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butterfly

 

i butterfly across
your belly and
once i've landed in
your heart, i'll
grabbag it
spiderweb it
and some day burst
the tight cocoon

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ich in allen dingen

 

ich baumwipfle in den wäldern
eichhorne von ast zu ast
schmetterlinge über die wiesen
dunkle nur, um nachts
erneut zu monden