poems out of a fishbowl

- untitled - 

Darling we have to talk
Because I left my self behind
For you to store it away
I wasn’t in my right mind

Then suddenly all out of sight
I have lost you on the way
Our paths did not cross since
And I never got back what is mine

So I gave him my pride and dignity
To make up for what had escaped
He collected them complacently
And then moved away

Darling we have to talk
I will need to take it back
You cannot have what isn’t yours
And I can’t consist of extracts

06.01.2012


Deutschland, vergoldet


Leichtes Spiel für reiche Sünder
Terror, schwarz auf weiß
der Schatz ist die Karte


Der Pirat
Herr zerplatzter Träume
Bewahrer des Bewährten
Gutes Karma, wie im Aquarium


Expedition in eine Anderswelt
Purer Luxus, der letzte Schrei
Die Freiheit der depressiven Frau
Tschüs, meine Teure

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