i was never too keen
to know how the biking dead
would look like

er sitzt da
wie ein mahnmal für die
verhungerte katze

every bite
sounds like
a raindrop

a face of an angel
and
a mind of pure evil

all those nonsensical sentences
never created anything
more precious than obsidian

cereals, chewing gum, what's next?
the supermarket is guilty of
mass extinction of my favorite foods.

holidays are a suicide
mission, we eat
ourselves to death

the lack of
caterpillars in my hair is
somewhat surprising

ein mädl mit einer
midlife crisis und
ein wohnzimmer

the sky looks
like it might burst into tears
any second