i could write as many haikus
about this perpetual winterland,
as the inuit have words for snow

normaler zug
kurzzug
gar kein zug

wir sitzen fest
in einer winter
endlosschleife

i fear
i have to take
a life

forming a neat line
to pick up
their daily opinions

spring starts
with the continuation
of winter

scheiss auf kurzzüge,
scheiss auf die öbb,
ich nehm das auto

männer die
durch schnee stapfen
und ein tiger

maybe the cat would be less
oblivious of me, if i told it
about the dog wearing rainboots

with each passenger
my longing for the bike
gets more impatient