Bald Tires and Broken Kettles

Miss Fire
Will misfire.
Hundred years later
I skip galaxies
On a bald tire.
I can’t have a break,
Or hit the brakes.
I see no rights,
Though I spot the fakes.
It’s been more than a decade and I taught myself to lose what I had with you,
Another ten years until I will have had the courage to face me and face you.
Look Read on

Spinning Beehive

You light the torch and hide in the fire,
A scruffy bumblebee entering hibernation.
Passive-aggressive, yelling into the dire,
I am what I am, an error in classification.
You are so funny
Or am I really teasing
I laugh at your struggle
While I am not berating
The more that I push
The more you do pull
In my confusion
I made you a fool
I did Read on

Fernweh

I should have been a teenager,
Like you are.
Does anybody know you’re not one?
I could’ve been thirteen.
I could’ve been thirteen,
But I am thirty-three.
I’m under this permanent delusion
That having darker hair
A couple more teeth,
Being thirteen kilos heavier
Seventeen centimetres taller
Still means that I have not aged
One single day since I’ve gone away.
You could’ve been thousands.
You could’ve been thousands
But Read on

Toy Bird

Bleeding on roses
For many long years
Once there is blood
Gone are those tears
I was a wind-up bird toy
Made out of toxic alloy
Repeating love, love, love
It looked legit this time
Wore it on my chest
Hoped for the best
And I bled in vain
Feeding my bird brain
It feels so strange
To be fully red again
Can I please change back
And be so Read on

August Morning

August Morning, straight from The Year 13.
I wake up in the morning and pick up my phone
Not sure if happy or completely gone
This is the solution of all problems
I need to solve things that way, too.
That’s what the world wants from everybody.
I get an apple cider in the park
I never bought a drink on my Read on

Where Has She Gone?

Where has she gone after all these years,
Just when you thought she was to belong?
Went down in a blaze, the worst of the fears,
Just when you thought she was so strong.
A bastard child for others’ foolish games,
Promised the world, given a swamp.
Barely made it at all.
But there is always more.
There are things left to be Read on

She Was the World to Me

She was the world to me,
Everything else was keeping my breath in the vacuum.
She was my happiness,
Everything else was a life of blacks, whites and greys.
And then they took me away from her
An aneurysm,
Mad Cows,
Going broke,
Being sad.
And they took me to another world
Latin extended,
Never felt free
Under a dark sky,
Never glad.
No longer mine.
She was my own Read on

Cinderella and the Dancing Bear

I’m sure you liked it all back then…
But how about right now?
I’m sure you liked it all back then…
But there is so much right now.
I’m sure you do relate to those cool things from long before your birth so much.
I’m sure you’re keen on the fall of USSR, and an utopistic country’s bloody war.
Bright colours Read on

Goodbye…

They wave to us, standing on the pavement,
His striped shirt, mustache and her long skirt,
The smiles we grew to love and remember
Will keep me warm come frosty November.
They put up with all my parents’ eccentricities,
They put up with my being the way I really am
The dense tree foliage, so warm and tender
Will keep me warm Read on

Stabs in Eclipse

They hurt you from here,
They hurt you from there,
Somebody stabs your heart.
When you stumble in the dark,
And only see a spark,
You think it’s the Great Generator.
W…what was that?
They hurt me from here,
They hurt me from there
Somebody stabs my heart.
When I stumble in the dark,
And don’t even see a spark,
I think it’s going to cure me.
Enough Read on

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