I was near Rotes Rathaus
where the wind feels like
it has been chilled in a refrigerator for years
Do you really wanna remove your uterus?
i heard your news from whale’s tears
salty sighs swell the sponge of longing
then tighten the skin of my soul again...
oh, sanity, the little evil thing i was proud of, was long gone
feint and counter feint
ears become the judge, cables eat me
you found nothing



the vibe of Christmas makes me jealous 
those bucketfuls of happiness, happiness 
you always say, just Love life more than the meaning of life 
will i get drunk before drinking again tonight?
yes, i used to hang burgundy string lights in my basement shed
the vines of nostalgia
climbed all over the mountain
made in Berlin, deliberately disappear
red sucks



faded red is everywhere 
one side is imaginative and the other is crawling dark 
i guess you don't believe in horoscopes
or a passionate myth
don't i know you are an illusion after so many years!
a mirage of eternal destruction i fall into 
the fragrance of spinal fusion i breathe into
the trickling streams flow from the mountaintop i rush into
bubbling inside bears, resting near St. Nikolaikirche
steaming, in sighs



so i arrest someone on purpose
she dresses too plainly and wants to have a baby
who allowed her to pin the iris behind ears?
i prefer your impulsiveness and clumsiness 
choke, when putting on the cold bloody airs
trembling the outline of my soul
deepening the feelings from my sea,
surfacing little by little
You can't even hear, the whale                                                                                      

laughed, for no reason



the turbulent longing is beaten to death
by the obstacle fire inside my ring
frozen a paranoid flame outside your rain
blue, divided,  i lied
I don’t like the moment
you wet her hair and murmured
how about selling blue irises on the other side?  
take out the red stems, refrigerate
for beer sipping



you are with police officers at Rotes Rathaus
tucked the iris behind my left
ears just want to be closer to the world 
closer to the mole on your nose

i am playing Callisto in a theater these days
you scrawling, exuberant artist
a dark arrow hidden in the lens 
i offer you a soft cherry 
an empty chest and cheap tears worth 91 marks 
whale opens a new shop selling...
You found nothing