a blow up pool
with water and feet in it
is what I remember from that day
and the bits of grass in the pool
and the sun
shining on me in a way
that I took personal
like it was more violent to me than it was
to the girl across the yard
with the knuckle tattoos
too far away for me to read of course
not a single hand shake all year
not a single comment
on the softness of my palms
but the feet underwater
they touch the same
I still remember my voice in the hallway
when I told you
that the use of negative space
is a key element of artistic composition
the way you rolled your eyes at me
was so specific
you said negative space is silly
and of course you were right
so I didn’t talk for some time
and I could not enjoy the art
still I kept nodding at the frames
I stared assumptions at the fresco
trying to come up with a way
to make it right
while you moved on
into other rooms
I didn’t know
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
thortenguss 