"pech" poems
Snow's melted, and all she's got left is the cone,
the skeletal bone streets, where she was
yesterday once so Snowwhite pretty.
Mountainous mounds of **** from canine and human kind
allude to beasts that roamed these streets in nights gone by.
They thought their tracks and cigarettes butts were covered
in a cloak of snow, but sun can't wash away sin.
All she's got left is the grit, beneath fingernails, iron rails,
bitumen - Pech! - from clinging on too long to yesterday.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
“solch ein zufall”
pech scheint so gemein:
gemeint ist die wahrscheinlichkeit,
des schicksals vermeintlich befreit,
(weil wenn etwas schicksal ist,
glaubt man der statistik nicht)
das kann nur ein zufall sein.
und solch ein zufall-
“das kann nur schicksal sein.”
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC