Noch keine Tags.
Will report
if he who rhymes
can betray to you the time
of his return
I am afraid that he cannot
but all the times
time’s mystery
would that for you a reason be
to read this poem to the end for once
elusive reader
do I have your ear
if I will make the truth appear
like Beethoven the voice
in a final move
so lower now your needle
in the groove
and bear my drift
before I solve the deepest riddle
to the sage or scientist
until then
I can sell you anything
and even tell
that I have been in hospital
where Venus shaved my leg
oh well
I said
it’s time for time now
time is not an arrow
yet an umbrella
that closed is aimed at you
but opened holds a space
protecting you against
the heavy pains
and keeping dry your face
(5/13 from the cycle "How Are You? 13 Poems)