early morning october
My letterbox is empty
I rejoice –
Have you ever had the sense
that you should be hallucinating
a wary voice
insisting
that you’re not
skipping the lighter tiles
how is it that you never call
has speech become such a leftover
analog passé
thirteen blackbirds on my mind
the pavement is purple
and bruised from neighbors
spray painting bicycle
I follow my traces through this –
unconditional room
looking for you
dear friend
this morning was too long
to hear the machine
requiring maintenance
we write in a darkness
I rejoice
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My letterbox is also empty… there’s no friend I’m lookin‘ for…
autumn darkness…
Dianette said this on 3. November 2013 um 10:29 |
Empty letterboxes – no bills, no rejection letters, no demands, no one ever wrote anything nice anyway, the age of letters gone by, reduced to bearers of bad news – one might remember better days but really: let us close the curtains and keep to the darkness a bit longer, warm sheets and memories.
gedichtblog said this on 4. November 2013 um 9:55 |
why not… actually… ?
warm sheets and…. memories… it’s so cold in here, tonight.
Dianette said this on 5. November 2013 um 10:29
Alexander (wenn erlaubt…) what about „early morning december“ ?
Dianette said this on 19. Dezember 2013 um 7:46 |
I’m staging a play I wrote, which tends to occupy my early December mornings ;)
It’s also too cold to spray paint bicycles, I guess ;)
gedichtblog said this on 19. Dezember 2013 um 11:29 |
Oh, well then… enjoy it! ;)
Too cold, yes… grrr then… „let us close the curtains and keep to the darkness a bit longer, warm sheets and memories.“ ;)
Dianette said this on 19. Dezember 2013 um 12:45 |
And… Alexander… congrats!!! :)
Dianette said this on 19. Dezember 2013 um 12:46 |
Guten Rutsch, Alexander! (I’ll take a break.) ;-)
Dianette said this on 28. Dezember 2013 um 8:05 |
Dir auch!
gedichtblog said this on 29. Dezember 2013 um 1:53 |