Tuesday, January 19th 2010
their words and
expectations are
the bars of my prison
what he eats
out of a paper bag
looks like his own teeth
using that shape
to hide those years
but still, i´m an animal
Monday, January 18th 2010
seine tiefschwarzen augen
sagen deutlich
beweg dich nicht
Saturday, January 16th 2010
holding my breath
to hear sun
touching the snow
8-bit music in the background,
evading falling drops of water.
am I a video game character?
i more often forget
that i don't have a bookmark
than the page number
Friday, January 15th 2010
in this crowd i feel
as out of place as a bucket
of water in the desert
people are hell
the rest
is theory
i am wastig
my time
with nonsense