The pond is chilly,

the wind high up in the pines --


brings autumn again.

Tangled in all the

things I think about, I lose --


more and more contacts.

Love is a tempest

that first throws us off course and --


then plays with our minds.

Can it comfort me,

that I am in love with him --


who holds me captive?

With a broad chest
a ******* tongue
beautiful feathers, a hot breath
and a forked tongue
they live on our skin

We little ***** rats in the eyes
of the screaming crowd
that rattles the fences
in the zoo, the cages
in which we are trapped

The gorillas who clear the way
the hyena who says she is helping
the peacock who dresses our hair
the dragon for our image and
the hissing of the tour manager

Don't step on their tails
and don't feed them, please
Just let their airs
explode, no more ground
beneath their feet

People expect peace

from her, which confuses her --


so she has no peace.

She always looks me

up to talk to me, because --


I know her, her life.