a dust layer
sets charred over the country
ashen trees
and burned
next to the road
not bloom
not rustle
no excitation in the wind
only glowing ash
a flock of birds
falls between roofs
in a flickering wall
phoenixes incinerate
its dust on the land
a chimney sweep sweeps
an ashtray falls
a tiler lays
to the ash-field
I travel My Circles
debris by the Town
I fly and derail
I make a cut
I break the leash
I'm tired
I will beat a path
between fluff me and the city
fall on my pale all
white-gray dots
on my skin
I'm afraid of the Town
told her never quite trusted
it seems
plan alternate crawler plates always hectic and noisy
her thousand faces
can not see through
the shimmer of lights
slumbers the gray
is
a blue-gray cat
you a mouse-gray mouse with a concrete blue
grotesque
she wanders around your house at your quivering
agree
border run finally run
but their straßenarmtatze
rips you know ... can not lose
rritze rratze rritze rratze rrrrrr
she plays
happy with shadowy
and she likes to play with you
but they
for it their territory
familiar with poker face blink
it challenges you
with a mocking grin
it tears up ...
rritze rratze rritze rratze rrrrrr
night as she roams
tremendously through the streets like a blazing fire
with acrid gases
throws them to the shadow
it swirls of dust on
awakens her at night the rats
the tears up the town .. .
rritze rratze rritze rratze rrrrrr
scratched and bruised
I travel my
circles through the ruins of the city and derail
I fly I'll do a cut
I
rending the leash I'm tired I will beat a path
between me and the Town
the sun moves lonely
past me waste mountains
share
vapor clouds roam freely forward
mystical shadow
prance and licking
on each wall
elliptical and rough
on concrete buildings
modirge matt
to bed base slats
cracked discs a
jump in the line
wallpaper scraps and plaster walls to the
a sheet of paper
in my hands
a chimney sweep sweeps
an ashtray
I fall my way
paving by the ash fields of the city
it remains
in a thousand forms
pressed firmly
networked with my
hirngeäst
her breath
bites
as asbestos
me
set
but I'm
the
they
today
iccchhh behind s-
travel my
circles through the ruins of the city
I fly and derailment
I make a cut
I break the leash
I'm tired I will beat a path
between me and the city I pack and leave for a trip
I hau finally off!
© Simon Felix Geiger, 2011
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