corroded memory (letter for the morning after)
You did not hear. Nor speak. A single word. All through dinner. It was all pretty words. You knew. Like those you’ve fallen for in your other life, before you were me. Like that story he tells about his eyes, that were his mothers, and how they broke his fathers heart. Then you’d remember, that [...]
Posted at 02:11 on Dezember 14, 2009 | 2 Kommentare | Filed Under: Selbstgeschriebenes | Mit Tag(s) versehen: Copenhagen, D., gedanken, gedankenstrom, Kopenhagen, Lügen, Leben, Liebe, Liebeskummer, love, Menschen, New York, Poesie, Schreiben, Selbstgeschriebenes, summernights, winter | read on
come undone.
Off I go.
Where I tumble is where I land.
And then there’s you.
Then you. Then not.
Off I go.
Where I stumble is where I land.
I’m an expert at the fall.
Posted at 21:52 on Dezember 4, 2009 | 12 Kommentare | Filed Under: Gedichte, Selbstgeschriebenes | read on
