Poetry II
The world is unjust
The world makes a man ready
in the triad said:
break 1 break 2 break 3
Stocky Mexicans are laughing a circle
colorful dignity
and help each other the tequila
- viva la muerte mexicana! -
in bright orange petals, but under the
earth lie dying as Feldmäusschen
you in a coffin,
woven from straw. View
fly one last time even in the great light in the sky from the king buzzards
:
you to revolve!
take away from your screen views of the
Distributor:
that's too much
true, the world is unfair.
wines and we sleep together
we die together.
From the ashes of our loving and suffering
, a life after death
of the highest quality
rise as an exclamation:
heard all these important voices! Do you see me? The only thing I'm
relevant to you .-
Everything is coming and going, always present in
une citation
all under a winter lover, as follows:
behind the fridge awaiting a heart made of broken chocolate
I want live, love I want, I will be happy to
onomatopoeic:
Mmm, mmm, mmm:
So! Now you've lived but, come on! Soon curtsies'
you are tired of being tired. -
No! Wash up yet!
Your Services during his cardiac arrest
he listens to you the specific vote.
She says the blessing:
"And so on."
And so - the urn remains animated.
-Jürg Halter-
(unfortunately Linnys, soon, if time and space is available.)
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