winter übersale

the nice thing of life
are happy kids
there’s one singing out loud
outside my window

the hysterical consumerism is noxious though
soon to become waste
quite toxic

we hate each other
at different levels
of love
we live together
but are constantly busy
with me

i’m the kid
singing outside




on the dry dirt too

the sun comes to get light in your eyes
and there, also the sea
that’s mine, that is me
and the storm
the come and go of hot waves
the euphoria that embraces me, a kiss
that turns me into water and salt, and a sky
that i, alive, sail



my desire is really weird
it never wants what i need

even if officially reasoned
included in the requirement
dated, with family and first name
everything due, counted, specified
justified, safeguarded, authenticated
dispatched within the deadline
sealed with stamps, things and such

the exposed core a burning bleed
the exposed core marred, in trance

my desire never wants what I need
to my desire i am but mere chance