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When I look at her
I have no idea why I try so hard
to succeed at other things

She’s front row tickets to everything
She’s Novelle Vague
and Jarmush dialogue
She’s kisses in the middle of the lane
and well lit billboards
of Dior haute couture
She’s She’s All That
without the parts where you can see
through the acting

I’m Netflix and chill
and somehow she hasn’t noticed yet.

I’m sending blackmail letters to every god out there
telling them I need my forehead kissed or else
but they just laugh
that’s so corny they tell me
drop the poetry bullshit
focus on something else they say
I have some nerve still asking for stuff
after last year’s yahtzee winning streak
where do I get off
always wanting everything all the time
but little do I know
humanity has squandered its luck
the day Werner Herzog saved Joaquin Phoenix from
that car accident
all of society’s aspirations played out
with an „ouch, easy Werner“
and now the world is going crazy for Joker
but no one ever
sends thank you letters
a bottle of wine
or chocolate pralines

depressed ballons
full of bad breath
can’t push against
the ceiling
on your big day
you listen to your uncle talk about his RV
followed by something racist
as you blow out
the candles
for hot luck
next year

three steps before hell
the gate keepers ask
if you came for
business or pleasure
big fucking question
sure they would expect
you’ve at least
made up your mind by now
and have it all figured out
but you’re just trying
to smile
and they’re trying
to smile
as you walk off
thinking they probably
get this
all the time

the priests team up

and work in shifts in

an attempt to comfort me

they spoon feed me fruits

directly from jars

but I’m having

none of it

this time

I spit it in a soft lake

and hide in the tall grass

wild and scared

when nature lets its hair grow out

I’m climbing every single one

until gravity pulls

a friendly reminder

of the stones in my pocket

but my god

it’s hard to feel heavy

next to you