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# 1 poem – gelesen im Nuyorican Poets Cafe, NYC

Geschrieben Ende August im Bus auf dem Weg von Detroit nach Toronto. Gelesen Anfang September 2013 im Nuyorican Poets Cafe, New York, NY 236 East 3rd Street.

#1 poem

Five minutes eyes closed:
Sky blue, no clouds.

I’m writing down this line,
Head up, grey all around.

Phone rings, “it’s me”,
Who else would it be?

Talking about the weather?
No, I do not agree.

I hang up, just like that,
You call back.

Talking becomes serious,
We’re not used to that.

You come around to rescue,
what we’ve got.

But my eyes tell you
Before I can: That you can’t go for something
That you just pretend.

Five minutes eyes closed:
Sky blue, no clouds.

I’m writing down this line,
Head up, grey all around.

My watch reflects the sunlight
Towards your chair.

It’s pointing at you. Ticking.
But you’re still there.

Coming back from the kitchen,
I see you reading through my phone.

Supposing, who the enemy could be.
Switch it off, Baby.
Our enemy is me.

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