I GAVE THIS LITTLE CREATURE IN MY BATHROOM
THAT SITS THERE
EVERY DAY
EVERY NIGHT
ON THE TILES
A NAME-
KAFKA
YES, LIKE THE
FAMOUS WRITER
AND I WAS WONDERING
IF MY KAFKA ALSO
MORPHED INTO
THIS CREATURE?
IT’S HARD TO SAY HOW HE LOOKS LIKE
DON’T WANT TO COME UP REALLY CLOSE
I BET HE IS UGLY
MAYBE THAT’S WHY
BUT EVERYTIME I GO TO THE BATHROOM
I SMILE
I SEE KAFKA
AND I SMILE
STILL THERE!
GOOD MORNING KAFKA!
GOOD EVENING KAFKA!
ONE DAY HE WAS GONE
AND I LOOKED EVERYWHERE POSSIBLE
NO SIGN OF KAFKA
I GAVE THIS CREATURE A NAME
AND NOW I MISS IT!

WALKING AWAY
IS SO MUCH HARDER
THAN CARRY ON
AND I DIDN’T TOLD
YOU THAT
BEFORE
OUR LOVE
HAD NO CHANCE
TO GROW.

THERE IS EMPTINESS IN ALL OF US
YOU CAN HEAR THEM
TALKING ABOUT PASSION
DISGUSTING PROFESSIONS
BUT REALLY –
FEELING NOTHING BUT EMPTINESS

YOU CAN SEE THEM
NO HUNGRY MEN EATING CONTINUALLY –
CAUSE IT’S MEANT TO BE
MEANT TO TASTE
MEANT TO FILL

BODIES.FACES.LIPS.FEED.
PICTURED AND POSTED –
MEANING NOTHING BUT EMPTINESS

I SAY „I DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE THAT”
AND YOU TELL YOURSELF THE SAMEE, MAYBE

WHAT IT REALLY MEANS IS THAT
LIFE IS FILLED IN AN EMPTY BOTTLE OF WINE, FOR ALL OF US
NO MATTER HOW YOU TWIST IT, IT WON’T CHANGE IT’S PATTERN
MAYBE IT SHOWS YOU SOMETHING, MAYBE NOT
TAKE IT FOR GRANTED
EMPTINESS IS IN ALL OF US.

PEOPLE DO IT
EVERY SECOND, MINUTE, HOUR.
EVEN NOW. THINKING ABOUT EACH OTHER.
THEY DECIDE WHAT’S THE BEST.
THEY SUGGEST.
THEY THINK EVERYTHING THROUGH.
SO SAD TO BE INVISIBLE
SO SAD TO BE LEFT BEHIND
HOW IT’S EVEN POSSIBLE
THEY FORGET ABOUT ME?
THEY DIDN’T. BUT YOU WILL NEVER FIGURE OUT.

OH HOW MUCH WE LOVE IT
WE TRULY SIMPLY LOVE IT
LISTEN TO SONGS
ABOUT TRUE ENDLESS LOVE
READING BOOKS
ABOUT UNFILLED UNREACHABLE LOVE
WATCHING MOVIES-
THANK GOODNESS IT WAS A
HAPPY END!
OH HOW MUCH WE LOVE IT
WHILE WE PRETEND NOT TO SEE
THOSE TEARFUL BABY EYES
LOST THEIR MUMMY IN A WAR
SWITCH THE CHANNEL!
GOOD FRIENDS BETRAY EACH OTHER
STABBING EACH OTHER IN THE BACK
I DON’T NEED A REASON!
STRANGERS YELLING AT PEOPLE
YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE ME!
YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE ME!
YOU DON’T SPEAK LIKE ME!
DO YOU FEEL THE LOVE?
IT’S MADE BY THOSE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE
PEOPLE TREATING OTHERS LIKE ****
SAYING AND MEANING THE WORDS
„I LOVE YOU”
INDEED
AND HOW ABOUT THE BROKEN SOUL
WITH A ***** MIND
LOOKING FOR HELP?
ALL WE SEE ARE TWO NEAT HANDS
STUCKED IN THEIR POCKETS-
EVEN MINE AREN’T THAT *****
NO DOUBT
WE TRULY SIMPLY LOVE
THE LOVE.

THAT´S HOW IT FEELS
THE LONELY ANGER
IT COMES OVER ME AND THERE IT IS
DESPERATION
DEEP DARK DESPERATION
I PULL MY HAIR I CRY I BITE MY TEETH
BUT WHEN I’M IN FRONT OF THEM
I DO NOT LET IT OUT
I HIDE IT
AM I TOO CLEVER
OR A FOOL?

I’M NOT BORN INTO THIS
A BEATING FATHER
WHO IS WAY MORE INTERESTED I N MAKING MONEY
THAN IN YOU
I’M NOT BORN INTO THIS
A DUMB MOTHER
WHO IS WAY MORE INTERESTED IN LOVING
THE FATHER THAN
LOVING YOU
I’M NOT BORN INTO THIS
THE NEED TO POUR THE WINE
DOWN  THE THROAT
CLOSE THE EYES
GET A REST
UNDER BRIDGES & IN CHEAP MOTELS
I’M NOT BORN INTO THIS
A LOST BIRD  WITH NO WINGS
I’M NOT BORN INTO THIS
BUT I FEEL PART OF IT.

dedicated to C. Bukowski