Friday, July 28, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 28.07.2017 / 27.01.2017





Death
    Death
Has
Bad eyesight
Scuffles
Wheezes
Because
Of asthma
And
His
Scythe
Is jagged
Death
    Where is
Thy sting

Herald
    Let in
The herald
The
Annunciator
Of
The tyrant
And
Do not
Laugh
If he
    Just mutely
Proclaims

Sandmann
    The sand-
Man
Takes
Sand
Of the
Night before
And
Scatters
From that
    Into our
Eyes

Scrape off / Croak
    Scrape off
The
Shadows
That lie
Above
You
Before
You
Croak
    To the
Shadows

Mist
    Through
Wafts of
Mist
Rides
The
Dike master
Still
Today
But
Isn’t
    Called
Hauke ​​Haien

Forever
    who does not
Want
To lie
Next
To the
Dead
Will not
    Stroll
Forever

Well, I'll be damned!
    At noon
When
The sun
Burns
The
Shadows
Also
The wild
    Small devils
Are dozing
                              Teufel auch! - Well, I'll be damned!
                              Teufel - devil

Dispense
    Long
Line
At the
Dispense
Counter
There
Should be
Dispensed
    Again
Time


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