Grünteesession VII

In silent moments,

before sun kisses the oceans,

I fail to step into daily life and grab my portion,

Instead I glance at my thoughts

and smirk as if I‘m holding a pair of aces

and hide my head between pages.

 

Grünteesession VI

The Mind is a hell of a drug

i was writing a paper in fml citations
of others words because it takes two to be a no one
what a steal
two books and three pens ago
two friends and three days ago i was just
producing bodies of work
pygmailiaon-esque sculptures of words that
vultures pry to pick at
sentences to try in open court
guilty till proven inspiration
-al, all you know is what i tell you like a poem
so on and so on i go like soon into a new self
we all die in a succession of selves, slaved to before as afters
as if from a time when man made clocks,
to where now clocks make men
you are not who you were a minute ago

i am not on the same level like story
tell me a tell all
draped up self pity and awareness
where are your friends to bail you out
of yourself
in a house you built out of your fathers remains
to remain in his thought forever
what a waste of history your endorphins have become
pay the top bill some mind
veto

my life will be the death of me
as theirs were
our rotting bodies form parties of political thought
poetry
that’s why
i don’t write poems with words or sounds
its just a bunch of obscene gestures with my tongue
i know my destination

with mortar speech i feel late on the metaphor
it hits you just the same
imprisoned
we all die in the end
ruined or not

the mind is a hell of a drug

 

Grünteesession IV

Du wirst in die Welt geworfen,

allein mit deinen Sorgen

fühlst du dich nicht geborgen.

Niemand reicht dir helfende Hände,

selbst hinter offenen Türen verbergen sich für dich nur Backsteinwände.

Du glaubst es liegt an dir, ist dein Versäumnis, doch

schon lange ists kein Geheimnis: jeder zweite linkt dich!

Aufgezogen von überforderten Pädagogen merkst du schnell jeder zweite bringts nicht!

10 Jahre dreigliedriges Schulsystem, jeden Tag Frust und dazu allen Grund.

Für dich läuft im Leben nie alles glatt und rund.

Arbeitest doppelt so hart wie alle anderen und wirst im Unterricht nur unterschätzt – warum?

Na, du hast Migrationshintergrund.