Five Poems
nursery
fingertips focus on careful
shapes, odd colours
rectangular sounds tentacle
their ways around
red-cheeked rooms
babies‘ eyes scream with
dreams unheard of
i swallow blithe bubbles,
meandering mouthfuls of life
and push the darkness
back into sunlit corners
orange crush
on evenings when
the sun sips
orange crush
i fall in love again
with your torn
shadow
deserted playground
another deserted playground
i can see the guardian angels
hovering above the rusty seesaw
reclining on the yellow plastic slide
idly gossiping on a cloud,
hanging low
and one of them,
a little chubby one
in the corner behind the swings,
is devotedly biting his
angelic fingernails
butterfly
i butterfly across
your belly and
once i’ve landed in
your heart, i’ll
grabbag it
spiderweb it
and some day burst
the tight cocoon
ich in allen dingen
ich baumwipfle in den wäldern
eichhorne von ast zu ast
schmetterlinge über die wiesen
dunkle nur, um nachts
erneut zu monden