eulogy to a hell of a dame
some dogs who sleep at night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.
"I knew it would be you," she said
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a rebours
Ich mach ein Lied aus Stille. Ich mach ein Lied aus Licht. So geh ich in den Winter. Und so vergeh ich nicht. Eva Strittmatter, Vor einem Winter…
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24 years now...
...and I still miss you. But I see your smile when I look in the mirror. Anne, with her father is out in the boat Riding the water Riding…
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get a.head
And when that happens, I know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein had already received, severing from me an…
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