the silence after
the barbecue is
the most beautiful sound

they left
but somehow forgot to take
the noise with them

it's either someone constantly
revving up a motorcycle
or a brass band practising

flies can only fly
into rooms
but never back out

just when i am about
to start my yoga practice
i've to take a life

if i paddle through canopies
i shouldn’t be surprised
about branches

i got up
before
the birds

i've to correct my yearly
weather forecast, instead of 9 cold months
we now have 9 ice cold months

er ist nie
in seine ohren
hineingewachsen