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Barenbach @ Shorty’s 11/20/17 #poetry


If you cannot reach
The top of the mountain
Try Yodeling to your friends

When kindness comes
Naturally accept it
It is the only God I believe in
Today I see her everywhere

A bird sitting on cold branch
An ashtray full of rain water
A donkey eating hay
A picture of a cat with an orange
A family dancing to punk rock

I hear the books talking to me
I see the records painting their pictures
The message is in the torn couches
The painted paw prints on the fence
Send us a sign. The animals are making sculpture every day.

What does it say?

It says: Hallö! Welkomen.
Would you like a coffee or maybe a beer.
Are you hungry? Here is the toilet.
Make yourself at home.

I am a farmer… Friday , October 30, 2014 / Barenbach, Germany #SchwervonPoetry

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I am a Farmer
Slicing up the air
Like bread
I am a warrior artist
Harvesting the wind

You have a choice
Unlike the mud
To hear the music
Or the noise

You have a choice
Like a child’s hand on a hot stove
To see the beauty
Or the ugly

There is no answer blowing around
The wind has no Godhead
There is no judgement or opinion
The only voice is the donky on the hill

You see the love
In the machine
Or you don’t

You hear home
in the leaves of the trees
Or you smell the hell

Islands are part of the ocean
We grow stronger
Like the sand
Always giving, giving, giving

We let it sink to the bottom
Like buried treasure
Deep into the cold mud
The fish flow over it
They cover it with
Their shits

Here lies
the shit covered gold
Safely
Where it hurts no one

(This poem was originally recited on October 31, 2014 at Shorty’s in Barenbach, Germany)