Tuesday, November 26th 2013
my blood cells
are reconquering
my toes
the sight
of snow
makes me tired
Schrei mir nicht
mitten ins Ohr,
nur an den Rand
the cat can choose
where to become
white
Monday, November 25th 2013
the wind probably
didn't buy a ticket
for the tram
Sunday, November 24th 2013
hearing what first i
only saw in writing makes the
evil more apparent
with every page
the similarities get
lesser and lesser
Saturday, November 23rd 2013
the city
ends past
the horizon
we caught
the last train
at 8am
I seem to
hear with my
vocal chords