"schicksal" poems
They hang limply from the walls as
Old friend DECAY settles
Suburbia Mexicana neons and
Obscene jabs in raspberry
Demonizing the scalp of an 18th cake
The lipstick is not dark enough to
Carry a meaning here
No scent lingers as the calendar turns
Another year burnt to death as
We move further away from coincidence
And desperately memorize the lines of a
Modern work, every brushstroke an intellectual
Marvel so if we stare enough it will enfold on
Itself to glass
Guten morgen, Herr Schicksal!
Would you be so kind as to
Dissolve the peppermint stench
And leave the shower on?
I may see a reflection through the
Steam and like it more than yours
I never much liked chloroform or
Frosted roses
Settle on with
Delusions of Poland
And lazy eye tangos
With naked melodies re-vamped
By a 21st century greaser
Please don’t leave
Hail to Canon, brute of mine!
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:43 PM 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