05-06-11

zwei poems

The heat is gone

The heat is gone.

Night has fallen.

Dark clouds refresh.

The light leaves the window.

Between white walls of a yard,

Bats dance the radar dance.

Soon as you think they’ re gone.

One comes back. Always the same maybe.

Picking the mosquito’s before my face.

No blood of yours for them.

In alliance I leave the light on.

Thinking while absorbing time and place.

The brain is a dark place…

But a lot of light is being transported.

There’s no such thing as a bat in your head…

A bat that picks away parasite taught.

You are your own bat inside.

Octo

 

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New couple

New couple. Often it goes like this.

They find a lot in common.

A lot to blame their ex-es

They think their trust was misused.

Struggle with the lust for change inside.

Wondering whether to enjoy the lust of new lives.

Rediscovering to be glad.

They stop holding having something

Against the ones who cheated on them.

Experiencing the newly found joy THEY

Must have feld.

But the new love story often ends…

As the old one…

And insults and hurt replace tenderness again.

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