Tick and tack. And tuck.

There is so much time
in the meantime.
Velocity of blood
pounding in my ears.
Right under my skin.
You can almost hear.
our unborn moments
cracking under pressure
of time that we don't have.
Like ice.
There is so much time
in the meantime
we are running out of.
regardless promisses and naivity.
The dishevelled memories
and lips.
and all the ticking.

Sunday.

The snow was white.
Crispy. For all the
kisses and wishes
that covered the tracks.
And the sights.
Over the table full of wine
the air was cuddly.
Heavy from all the
runny mascaras and lipsticks.
Chaperone slept around
and made sweet honey tee.
Prepared only for
a short trip
didn't expect life to happen.
It  has been happening
ever since.
Atlantis, Neverland and God.
The snow was white.
Violent observer of
non-violent crimes.
Committed at daybreaks
in the darkened beds.
The snow was white.

The night is painted with ink
so deep. You could soak yourself in.
Feeling her breath on your neck.
Go dancing. Or stay.
Watch. Stay.
The crooked trees toss shadows
over the streets
and snow has covered everything.
With white silence.
In the corners cats hide.
And drunken lovers.
The night is painted with ink.
The way back home is getting longer
and cosy feels the unbalance.
Word do not get imprisoned
but drift me away.
It got dark inhere.
and silent.

V-Sales

For sale !
With or without.
In every size
and colour and family background.
Heritage not included.
But her skin.
Will stay on your skin.
At least the fragrance.
And probably only for a while.
Mechanical lovers
for rent.
Maybe she will get drunk.
And everyone knows her name. And THE age.
Virginity. For sale!
Sales.
and return policy.

Flowers do grow on thoughts.

Forget me not.
The fragrance of my skin.
My habits, my eyelashes.
On your dreams
my blond hair.
The way I look.
At you.
with the bleary thoughts.
And the morning giggling carrousel.
The way I make you mad
or kiss you inch by inch.
The way I forget everything
but do remember lyrics of our songs
or what you've done wrong.
The non existing difference
between my yes-es and no-s.
Forget me not.

Ich vermisse Dich. Das war's.

Verdammt noch mal
am frühen Morgen.
Nachrichten berichten..
Zeitungen schreiben..
Radio sendet..
und ich..
ich schweige.
Mein Herz ist bleischwer
und so sind meine Gedanken.
Ich vermisse Dich.
Es ist so einfach
und so weit weg bist Du.
Ich vermisse Dich.
Wie kitschig.
das Thema so abgeklappert
Teenagers missbrauchen die Worte
und ich
vermisse Dich!
Mit jedem Tropfen
meines Morgens und des Heutens.
Die Nacht wird tintenschwarz
und der Tag hängt Tief über meinem Tisch
kuschelt sich neblig ein.
Und ich.
Ich vermisse Dich.
Das war's.

Possibly maybe

New kisses

new haircuts

new dreams and hugs and 

turnings of the new old habits. 

New mistakes 

new me wrapped around you 

again.

No logic here.

There is no map

to the new ways and new emotions 

and mirror images of me.

New me.

And I miss you still.

There is no map.

No compass 

would help.

You find me in the smell of my skin

under my eyelashes 

on my lips.

Old new fears sneak up.

You find me here.