Monday, August 2nd 2004
hanging in the sky
like a ripe peach
the size of a watermellon
i forgot
what seemed so important
but obviously was not
My power animal beckons,
but I prefer safety
and fail to answer.
Sunday, August 1st 2004
No man is an island.
But then again,
no man is a potato chip either.
sinking in quicksand
only to end in this bed
and start again
Trying to outrun the heat.
It catches up with us
when we slow down.
Saturday, July 31st 2004
sur en
the people are to dead
to be killed
offene bp tankstelle
das leben ist nicht sinnlos
solange die lichter nicht erlöschen
drained out
life washed away
waiting - for the sake of it
avoiding to meet people
not out of fear
but to awake from this dream