they did not care
about the world
or little me and mine.
You were my brother,
God had arranged it,
but what you tore asunder
can never heal.
I leave you now,
and know that you,
in all your wildest dreams
could never care.
You have destroyed
what never could be built
again, for either you or me.
The scalpel that you wield
has cut too deep into the flesh,
it cannot ever heal
but it will calm itself
when all the blood
has run its course.
No clueto where yourtiny feetwould carrythat lasciviousand uniquephysique.So I was leftto followthe trail ofrose petals,your trademark.And if and whenwe meet againwhat shall we do?Perhaps you know.
Er sagte vor sich hin, wie schoensind diese Baeume die da steh’n.Und auch die Fluesse die dort fliessenworin sich Wolken dann ergiessen,ich liebe diese schoene WeltNatur ist schoener als das Geld.Ach, ploetzlich hoerte er ein Brummenschon musste er verdutzt verstummenein Baer war hinter ihm schon heres war ein grosser Grizzlybaer.Zwei Meter gross und ach so…
she forgot her crippling bunionwhich would have to wait to heallater when the danger’s gone.So the little onion fledfrom the table down and onto the dachshund’s fluffy bed.Down the stairs, onto the street,stranded in the dirty gutter,staring into sure defeattogether with the utter clutter.Came a gust of winter weather,brought more stuff into the curb.One of…
and representing the Andorra Nationshe floated on a patriotic high.Drink Stations with electrolyte deluxe,she didn’t like the flimsy paper cups,and concentrated fluid filled her socksbut dehydration killed the frequent Upsthat every runner needs to reach the end.This time she gulped the content in one hit,it was a mostly sugar-syrup blendand within minutes knew this would…
when told, he labelled me insaneand that the pills he freely givesare made available to meby caring chemists to improvethe functions that were meant to behomeostasis in the groove.‘Life’, so he explained ‘is one big riskand in the end it surely willwithin its fateful obeliskdemand assistance from a pill.’He mentioned that the FDAwas now a…
and tiny bubbles springing freeas if to reach the sun’s warm rays.My grandpa had, so many timessat on this rock, on older mossand, knowing him a bit, I’d sayhis thoughts may well have beenthe very same. Something likewhat’s the meaning of it all,and what will happen on that daywhen I must go, and all that…
