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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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SWANS ON THE SURFACE

 

DECEMBER 2013

 

Mellow heart strings spring back

as my eyes watch the tide,

A slow tide that hardly moves

drowsy from the thick smell of fog

 

Here the swans skate the surfaces of

these melancholy waters,

While I stand by the skirts in lost-eyed indulgence

 

The water lies quietly,

moving slowly,

But I see it still breathing,

standing by it now you know,

just trying to breathe too.

 

My eyes scan the canal’s length,

see it slither with weary indifference

under bridges and into town,

slowly running away

 

But in front of me now,

all is so still, all is so quiet:

Please Maybachufer,

lets stay like this a while