2021.02.06.
Locusts
One day they will grow out of us in the garden
Locusts, locusts.
One day our bodies will hopefully grow
A garden with locusts, with locusts.
Maybe you feel like time
Doesn't ask us at all.
Why do we ask
if I can at all
take that little moment
Which belongs to me at least.
Kiss me right here today
Under locusts, locusts.
The hands of roots hold their selves underground
Like locusts, me and you.
Maybe you feel like time
Doesn't ask us at all.
Why do we ask
if I can at all
take that little moment
Which belongs to me at least.
One day everything will overgrow with the scent of our bodies
And locusts, locusts.
One day they will grow out of us in the garden
Locusts, locusts.
2020.05.21.
Alone with my feet up on the desk
A waterfall of tears again and the light bulb blinks,
the adored sun of the flies,
we too will burn ourselves on all your suns
and only the adventurer will hold up.
I will put my feet on the desk and top up the wine,
so that I will get it in my veins faster,
so that if I died like that
I would quickly realize
how well I have lived.
Alone with my feet up on the desk,
life suddenly stopped hurting,
alone with my feet up on the desk,
suddenly the bad is also good
and it makes me feel quite fine,
I resemble myself again.
Whether you carry your wallet in the blazer by your heart
or in the back pocket of the pants
the world is beautiful only as long as you are in it,
you pay the rest and have nothing.
Alone with my feet up on the desk,
life suddenly stopped hurting,
alone with my feet up on the desk,
suddenly the bad is also good
and it makes me feel quite fine,
I resemble myself again.