after sunset
suicidal bunnies
take over the trail

orphan black
in
vienna

the hearse in the morning
traffic probably carries
mobility to its early grave

my grandfather
would have turned
100 this year

25 years in a country
without the slightest grasp
of that countries language

gerade habe
ich sie nicht
telefoniert

akt 2:
die
färbeschleife

der donauschlamm
bleibt für immer
unter den zähennägeln

the teeny-weeny mouse
in my bedroom turned out
to be just a leaf

if you fall for christopher
it must be for his daring wardrobe
not his wit, manners and charm