poetry

[bananadong]

every day

every day the same questions
should i shave
should I put cheese or ham on my bread?
do i want some music
which scarf fits to my shirt
and - should I call you

[bananadong]

Glasperlenspiel

memories of tomorrow 1

rolling balls of glass
are not the messengers for those
who descend from clouds
and announce the end of the game

[bananadong]

Glasperlenspiel

memories of tomorrow 1

rolling balls of glass
are not the messengers for those
who descend from clouds
and announce the end of the game

[bananadong]

From dusk til dawn

It was not a cockcrow that woke me today,
but the rumble of the night gone by
that vanished as soon as it discovered me
and had to realize that I had woken up.
A new morning that joined me,
that threw itself with light to blind me,
capitulates in the urge - so God reward -
in the cry the crows send pain.
The view prevents fog, and figures
blur, become sick in the dull glow,
Melancholy: the soul to manage
Be released and lost in this being.
Leisurely the day goes the way of the times
defeated in the cycle of constant euphoria
and swings in the infinity of the wide,
of the great space that cradles us.
The dawn holds the entry in the next hour
and announces that the light, which was barely born,
has now inflicted this wound
in that the dark blue is chosen as the ruler.