We wake with love
We sleep with love
We follow the snakes
Into their holes
We spend so much time
Thinking
Our clocks are running
Backwards
Tick-tick. Tock-tick tock-tick
After a while it’s hard
To tell the direction
We share so much bread
Wine flows from one mouth
To two mouths
To three
We feed like baby birds
We fight like baby
The mountains have eyes
The forest is a dark and cloudy soup
It remembers everything
The Mouse is not happy
It is a trap
Don’t listen to the mouse trap
I’m going to make millions
And open an restaurant
That offers free water
We will drink and drink
And feel
Good in the morning.
(This poem was originally recited on November 1, 2014 at Mausefalle 33 1/3 in Bonn, Germany)
Schwervon! 