1. |
young alien regent
07:56
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"young alien regent"
healing sinks the old lake in the moor
the rain kept us awake for a long time
with life under the stars in the spot
their milky crosses still cause pleasure
shortly the last learn the last
from dubious death spasm
the dead ones rest so gently
in a barbed wire and a full net
masses of horror in their faces
the near star scares them out of their dreams
sabers swing from the burning trees
the cursed flies hunt for the living pack
this yearns lustrely for a scant heart attack
exhausted everything escapes into the bog
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2. |
kaaba
05:04
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"kaaba"
Where once the forest / shot through
Thick, demeter ́s / hard tar
Now there ́s a black rock.
The birds in the fresh green / nest in / resting
They stick to the marble / colossus,
a green fur / is put on.
The thick wooden rails / are crushed (rotten)
and beaten decayed, cold meat,
(fallen) that happy from the branches
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Like water / back in the sea.
Locked and slammed
Folded in a memorial / new line / new parts
Pounded in white letters
The park disappeared in black.
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3. |
endless joy
04:48
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„endless joy“
The crown / of the maple
gently weighs / in the stream,
This Esteem is a giving away.
And birds / fall like sand / out of the light
The moon / hovering / on his throne.
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In the morning / he drowns / with a gray face.
The first crows / infest the day
They feed themselves / on the last.
The smoldering vent / provides enough light,
Urgently needed / on the road surface,
That the cursing / dumb hurry up.
of endless joy
words loose / their originality,
they (might) live well / in the past
After I ́d swollen the tongues
I heard suffocating voices of endless joy
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4. |
metric
03:53
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"metric"
And all the grapes
clapping sticky sweet / To the throat.
There, where they feed the parasite,
that spiny commands my neck
And roots beat.
The disgust reaches for aroma / and flings it
Through my bald forehead.
At some point, this is sad
a colorful spectrum / sutures my sick brain
and reaches for happiness,
Chews his nerve.
The surface smells
Numerous after you / and my face
smashes mirrored / In your glass eye.
Your guts everywhere, Although you are so closed
Paint your open mouth.
And you speak clogged and filled.
As a couple you cheer on the ceiling
And torture you from the glasses basin
And croaks unconsciously while listening.
But in the morning you howl / Sick and deaf
And ́ll be chewed and sucked.
Swallowed, you ́ll lay there
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5. |
underwater gear
03:46
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„underwater gear“
In the / middle / of the dark needle pile,
so sparse between / Electricity
pylons / and cobblestones pulsed
Is there a clear watery pond.
There live the last little fish / and crabs,
The night jumped out / of their aquarium,
and you mind to quench each other ́s thirst.
Sometimes / they are visited / by fat ravens
And sometimes on the other hand / by one-day flyers
Which then / weird every day
Suffocate on the shore
Because they do not dare
To stop breathing the air
i wear my underwater gear
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6. |
till then
08:40
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„till then“
The rotten undergrowth is paralyzed.
Fallen from the oaks,
Filled with all the same
Crawl so cheerfully.
There is a delicious crackle every step
The joyfully joins the gravel
On a bug with tanks.
That is mentioned only briefly,
Because over charged stones,
The height still as the unmasked branches,
Made a roar very soft. And now
then and now at the same time
A searcher flies down on mine
Digest the winter because, foggy day.
I am glad to hear what an aviator is capable of.
How wonderful will it be until spring?
If you little bee and hummler
deep under the branches
Greet each other in the flower nest!
and I look at you in the sky.
till then
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7. |
the kingfisher
04:07
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„the kingfisher“
Swarms of balls / breathe in the sky
creamy honey / melts the glow
Cools floating / Intoxicated your hair.
You are transforming
transforming my kingdom so wonderfully.
And ever since you ́re a white flame
And escape in the rich black circle.
Drowned in the ice / of your eyes wine,
Drowned in your eyes / in ice-wine,
eternal lookouts
In the sweetest stroke of rain.
That's how it goes against everything
Milky wall on your wounds
And how gently in freefall
Deeply snowed on quiet waves
sleeps the kingfisher
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8. |
medusa
06:16
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„medusa“
The gray is stretched
far through the city.
Medusa comes
drowns the paved shore beach.
And waiting in the stone cupboard
The self mutilated huge pack
And she screams thirstily
for satellites and drones
After a new dose of oily portion.
Of all the bloody screws rust,
From venom of welded meat
it ́s heals becoming to stone
only sweaty oily dew
swallowed it in the shady ravine
At the foot of your house too
to cover it with gray.
Medusa has come
she rushes through tunnels and alleys,
left sick and trembling
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9. |
fallen
10:26
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„fallen“
The body tears / my will
after a lifelong / existence
All veins / are pulling
on old, brittle tendons
As if they did not even find one
even find one
Poison / in bloody grooves.
That's how tough my body is
An endless demand
After undiluted youth
Probably / the loneliest virtue.
Now the ghost spits
The most horrible words
I hang on the gallows
And mocked the danger.
But fast as I climbed
I am mocked by danger.
as fast as it climbed
The poisonous valley of delights
So stinging was she there
Me stapling at everything half
i ́m fallen
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