Oblivion
Bare basal columns
With which the night fills its corners
Shadows gnawing on light
Clouds are being shifted
In the deep night black remembrance
Read through a dragonfly wing
Devining
The moltings of the night
Explanations of creation
Codes scratched into basalt
To alleviate oblivion
In Wedding
Where I had pressed a calloused hand
And attributed meaning to the sound in
the stairway
The light was turned on again
A crack betrayed the start of the
counter
Sad-yellow light with its cone cast
On the sloping walls of the staircase
The groan of the pensioners along the
railing upwards
After a meeting with mulled wine and
pastries
I stopped after the light went out
A tread creaked and voices echoed
through doors
I sucked in the air full of floor wax
and winter
And ran steeled past the park to the
subway
Wedding is a
suburb of Berlin.
The Wall to the Neighbor
The throbbing breath of the
suffocating
Cockroaches crawling out of cracks
The stone wall sweats water
Sore close
Creaking treads
The linoleum has been perforated
The apartment divides decay
Sore close
Here lives sore to sore
Originals in
German:
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