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KEYS TO THE CITY

I: A New Career In A New Town

II: Dream Life

III: Paintings As Prayers

IV: Late Summer Evening

POETRY

Rose Crowned Evenings

Moments Of Pure Ashtray

The Personalised Circus

Berlin Undressing

Blind Children On Western Streets

Lucifer Says He Won't See Me

Say

Absentee Note

Boy

Christmas Curtains

Fountains

July

Swans On The Surface

Girl Smoking On Balcony

Stained Glass Window

Terrible Vision

The Insurance Was WILD

The Sea's Smile

Van Gogh's Lights

The Disappointed Prince

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Tectonic Plates

Turkish Pizza

Cuddle Parties

A Night At The Circus

The Catch

Chekhov In Kreuzberg

A Stolen Dress

Two Contract Killers Get Arrested

My Uncle Dick

Death In The Cafe

Performing To The Curtain

Getting Past The Curtain

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La Traviata

Babylon Berlin

Living With Samuel Beckett:

An Anti Essay

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GIRL SMOKING ON BALCONY

 

FEBRUARY 2014

 

 

Five stories high I

watch with cigarette

the girl from the opposite

flat smoke over

the courtyard -

 

Children play and scream

as the evening soon arrives,

the sky still with colour,

not sunny, not even

neon, quite maybe murky

or somewhat straight

and fuzzy -

 

In my purple robe the girl

stands

to me, like she’s peeking out

the window, her face is

shown, and her cig is -

now dangles above -

 

Then from below I think did she just spit into the streets?

 

Red wine and tequila last night,

and the morning train home with all the drunkards;

my eyes are probably red and tired

 

at least at last her window closes - but I wanted her

to stay so I could see a scene with eyes ‘n

guess with words

 

Fears fears and fears blowing,

quiet now let me not think:

the girl went inside,

to stand on  the other side,

outside -

she’s on her balcony on her phone:

I’m gonna leave this city soon

I think

 

Truly never ever wanted to saw that I see that

ah nothin’, mind;

she drops her cigarette from such a height,

still high in mid-air but thats alright!

 

And afterwards, I did do the same,

thinking:

I’ll rest on my bed for a few moments.