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

everything that can explode
will explode
everything can explode

smoking outside
in that weather
takes dedication

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

there are
a dozen ways
that don't work

the lack of
caterpillars in my hair is
somewhat surprising