haiku lost
in space between
waking and sleep
the only time i can focus
on the way that lies before me
is when cycling through the dark
faces like masks,
hollow, lifeless eyes
the every day traffic blues
riding down a street
which changes direction
right beneeth me
a salesgirl from bipa told me
that my job must be boring.
this leaves me a bit surprised
it's driving through
bigger cities that messes
with your body and mind
as upholstery
her coat
might look good
Die Vorstellung, ein grosser, runder Fels zu sein,
dem es egal ist was rund um ihn geschieht,
ist beruhigend und verlockend.
Ich kann nicht mit und nicht ohne ihn.
Der einzige Rückzug der mir bleibt,
ist der, in die Depression.
i don't have enough pockets
to carry with me all the chewing gum
i'd need for this town