Show me the secrets of chocolate… Wednesday / November 5, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

Sparks flash on
Cold stone
Wallhalla take me to the Mountian
Show me why the cars go
Where the rivers flow
Show me the secrets of chocolate
The fear of fat

Heisse Shakolade mit Sahne

The hot jacket of fear
It kills the germs
It makes the toast

Like burnt plastic toys
We are naked
But we are not afraid

The church is still good for sex
The bar is a place to throw darts

The turn begins.
When sleeping is not a short death
It is fuel for magic
We sleep and grow
Sleep is a vaccination for death

Living is the cure for death
I like to
Do it every day

Wipe the bullshit out of your eyes
Make it your occupation

Wash your hands
Open you mouth
Take a deep breath
And say

(This poem was originally recited on November 5, 2014 at  Nikkikultur in Dresden, Germany)

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