Noch keine Tags.
My worries are still adrift
cannot anchor in a story
I see the remnants of a ship
loose beams
bumping against the poem skin
let them in
and you will drown
nosy nail
tell me your tale
before the vessel bursts
a lifeboat made of broken lines
I lend my pulses
to your prose and pains
syringe plays
bloody solos down
screams
I let you in