When we look out the window we hear
there is a ringing sound that will never end.
Engulfed in noise and in dust submerged
tiny men walk a thousand steps        
Yellow -
the city has been yellow -
ever since the machines
arrived.    
Heat -
The november sun melts all the tall buildings
until the twists and turns
of the voice
call a break for prayer

It started with a hello and ends with too much love that does still overflow.
we drove around our city while I had my arm around him.
and the sticky august air glued his skin to his shirt and him to my heart.
our metropolis had a hundred dusty stars above us; beside us; but mostly these stars were within me.
he was unaware of it all. But I, with overflowing courage did tell him.
and when i told him,
I understood that this simple love
cocooning  me;
that glowed
like a hundred suns;
that made him the Sun;
was felt from me to him -
and me
to him
only.

rolling drop of sweat
slowly slowly drops.
From the bottom of your breast
aiming straight it falls
On your thigh it tries to rest
But it's a sticky plummet

When crossing roads look.
Look left, look right.
When kissing your lover,
don't look. Stay blind.

These waters caressed
a thousand dead bodies.

Young and old men,
mothers, their children.

The water listened,
it heard their
submerged howls,

Slowly
growing drunk
of their brittle
little-souls.