gossenpoesie

… and if you need evidence, that you are alive, come here and I’ll kick you out of your habits.

We’re feeling sorry for things we’ve never done.

I can’t dance to tears.

The rooms we invented seem to narrow.

But they still work in our hearts.

The rain outside soddens our dreams,

while we try to dehumidify the hankies we wore of style.

We learned to love the emptiness and illuminate the dark.

Dirt became familiar, and fuss voluptuous to touch.

The writings grown pale, but we still devour every line.

With our heads on the ground and our thoughts up in the sky,

we stand there, while the mob is rushing by.

Augenringe und Dosenbiercharme.

Schmuddelig im Wohlfühl-Outfit.

Dorian Gray im LTB.

Wir lachen noch heute.

Emo-Techno im Pop-Diskurs.

Hobby-Lobby im Google-Wahn.

Ein leergeräumtes Bankkonto – ein volles Herz.

Beinahe so voll wie die Spucktüten in Flugzeugen nach Turbulenzen.

Digitaler Shopping-Wahn auf 6000er DSL-LSD.

Hell yeah, Peter, where’s the exit?

Krawattennadel, Manschettenknöpfe passen dann zum Mitte-Arsch.

Marsch! Marsch!

I-Book, I-Tunes, I-Pod, I – refuse to be you!

Endhaltestellenphobie.

Don’t think twice it’s all wrong.