Naturally

Nature is cruel! 

We fool ourselves

travelling

studying

working

dyeing our hair

using botox

getting bigger tits... 

and in the end what counts

is reproduction. 

Simple, primitive reproduction 

of our doomed species.

But ovaries have a deadline

and what if 

you haven’t found 

the right sperm supplier yet? 

What if 

your ovary stops producing

and you haven’t done your duty yet?

What if 

all the others around you 

get sweet little babies

and you don’t?

-

Well, then,

naturally,

sadly,

certainly

YOU ARE

a

total failure.

Soon

They come all the time

travelling light years

through the space.

When they get here

they observe for a while

and then

all of them come to 

the same conclusion:

we're a species

that'll be extinct soon.

Peeeeep

PEEEEEEP.

PEEEEEEP.

PEEEEEEP.

Boing.

PEEEEEP.

PEEEEEEP.

PEEEEEEEEP!

Alright! Fuck. I’ll stand up.

(Walking down to get milk from the fridge.)

Hm. Where is it? Crammed fridge! I never find the milk. It must be right next to the butter...

PEEEEEEP.

PEEEEEEEP.

Alright! I’ll close the fucking door! I’ll have my coffee without milk.

Damn it. What a day! 

7am and already got a headache!

(Taking the coffee, walking back to the bedroom to get dressed.)

PEEEEEP.

PEEEEEEEP.

Fuck, low battery. I’ve got to charge my bloody blackberry.

Done.

Clothes on. Purse.

I’m late for work. Where are the car keys? Ah, got them. Fine.

Open the door.

Close it.

Turn on the lights.

Start the engine.

PEEEEEEEEP.

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

PLEASE PUT YOUR SEAT BELT ON.

PEEEEEEEP.

You know what, you bloody machines??? 

I quit! When did we humans give you the power to tell us off???

Erased

How can someone be there

and suddenly not be there anymore?

There he was, sitting on the couch watching TV,

it feels like five minutes ago

maybe ten...

And now? 

How can someone just stop beeing someone?

How can someone vanish like this?

How can someone never ever come back anymore?

As if someone pressed the “erase” button.

Click.

Gone.

For good.

How...?

What now?

There's a land

There’s a land where bread is like religion

and beer is like bread.

Where they write poems to the trees

and the courts are full of lawsuits

because the neighbour’s tree is growing 

to the wrong side of the fence.

Where women are heavy and men soft

where dogs are welcome and children not.

There’s a land where these dogs have to pay taxes

and can go to restaurants.

Where they build walls against the noise

and still complain it’s too loud.

Where every vehicle has a separate lane 

and you can lose your driver’s license 

walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk.

There’s a land where a King prohibitted potatoes,

so the folk would want to eat it and wouldn’t starve.

Where the longest word can always get longer and 

they got a word for everything.

Where there was communism and democracy at 

the same time in the same town

and real freedom you only feel driving

a car on a Autobahn.

There's a land where the press was invented

and the atomic bomb

and the car 

and the MPP3 

and coffee filters 

and so many other things 

like the word "Schadenfreude".

Where cars are better treated than wifes

and the first sentence of the constitution talks about dignity.

There’s a land 

I don’t always understand,

but I call it home. 

Stand up

You bastard fucked me 

with your dirty little dick

and now you tell me

you didn`t like it?

Didn’t seem like that

when I was kneeling there

sucking on your cock

making you beg.

Next time, 

I’ll bite you

and spit it out

so I won’t get poisened. 

Always Coca Cola

A coke, please.

Bottle or can?

Can.

Coke zero, coke light or regular coke?

A regular one, please.

To drink here or take away?

Drink here.

Lemon?

No, thanks.

With ice or without ice?

No ice, thank you.

Would you like a cup or a straw?

Just a straw, please.

Paying cash or credit card?

Credit card.

Which one?

Master card.

Alright. Here you go.

Have a nice day!

Can you see?

Burnt flesh.

Muddy dust.

Grey wreckages.

Dry blood.

Smoky Silence.

Sobbing airplanes.

Burning fabric.

The smell of iron.

Cloc, cloc of a crutch on the street.

What street?

Nothing left.

Can you see

the smell of war?

Just one more time

Strawberries? 

No, I don’t really like them.

Why is this good news?

I’m forbidden to eat them?

I should never ever eat strawberries again?

What’s so bad about strawberries?

Oh, ok. Yes, sure. I understand. No problem.

I wish I could eat strawberries just one more time...

Yummy, red, sweet, delicious fruit.

Run or stay?

It gobbles you up.

You can’t breathe.

Your heart stops beating.

Your chest feels tied up.

It makes you feel dizzy.

Your mind goes round.

Awful pictures flash up.

You freeze. 

Stay put!

Butterfly

She used to fulfill expectations.

Playing the role she'd gotten.

Shaping herself to fit.

Lying didn’t help.

Crying didn’t.

So she left.

Beyond the sea

and afar from the family

she searched

to find her own myself.

Now she’s migrating

around the globe

always carrying 

herself with her. 

Right?

If everything I see 

is around me

I am 

the center of the earth

right? 

Nike Shox

Where he is walking now

a woman was raped

a horse died

a grandmother escaped the war.

Where he is standing now 

a boy stepped on a land mine

a kid fell off a bike

a couple enjoyed a glass of wine.

The ground is heavy

and there we are

carrying I-Pods

wearing Nike Shox,

stepping on history.

We already know the end

 

Life
	is
		lethal!

Live divorce

I hate it, when he throws his shoes on the living room floor.  You see, I’m always inviting him to go watch a movie or do something nice together, but he’s always tired from working.  I feel so bored sometimes. Where is all the passion and excitement?  And his belly! He’s grown a belly and a double chin!  I whish he would bring me flowers. We’ve been fighting a lot. I feel our relation has become distant and cold.  We don’t connect anymore. Maybe the love is gone. I don’t know. Perhaps we’ll make it work out. Perhaps we’ll get a divorce.

I hate it, when he doesn’t send me letters.  You see, I always write and sometimes I’ve got to wait months to get an answer. I know he’s busy, but I just get so worried. I feel desperate and think: Where is he? Is he ok? Will he come back? He’s always been a good husband and father. He’s never beaten too hard and always brought food and money home.  Once, he gave me a gift: a little silk kerchief! It’s so beautiful! I always carry it with me. The distance is horrible. He’s been fighting in this war for two years. I wish he would come back soon. Alive.

Booooom

BOOOOOM.

People screaming. 

Running.

Where is it? 

Water! We need water!

Don’t touch it! 

Coughing.

Eyes burning. 

God help us!

It’s gonna burn our house down.

Crying.

BOOOM.

No! 

Again? 

Oh my God!

Leave the house!

Run!

Go!

Coughing.

Crying.

Running.

Watching the house burn.

January 1945.

Please come

I’m here waiting for you.

When will you come?

I need you.

You make me forget.

You make me breath smoother.

I count the hours for you to get here.

It’s the same every night.

I’m here waiting for you.

I need you.

Please, come!

Sleep.

The day she saw it happen

She was 13 and lived in a village somewhere in what nowadays is called Serbia. Her name doesn’t matter. She lived in a small building with her parents and her brothers. Above them lived a Jewish family with their only son, Yonah. The lakes and the river that crossed the village were frozen. It was a exceptionally cold winter when they came. The Germans. In tanks and trucks. They came to take the Jews. She saw it happen. They took the little boy and shot him in the head. 

His parents watching. 

Screaming. 

Begging. 

Yelling. 

Crying. 

Fainting. 

She saw it and stopped breathing. They pushed the Jewish parents into a truck and drove away. When the exceptional cold winter faded, the ice layer on the river and lakes started melting. 

Hair. 

Heads. 

Hands. 

Frozen corpse reproachful looking through the ice. 

Larger than life

Integrity

Honesty

Hardwork

Love

Passion

Excitement

No words could ever describe her.

No words would be enough to tell.

She’s larger than life.

She’s got energy I wouldn’t find in ten others.

She does what her heart tells her

and her heart’s got too much to tell.

It told her to leave her home for a man

and to leave that man for another one

and to always be there for each and 

every single person she’s ever met in life.

It told her to never lie and 

always wake up in the morning

to make the world a better place.

And she listened.

Game Over

Everything I used to love here, 

just pisses me off, now.  

It feels like the whole country is 

yelling at me to make me leave. 

I can hear it: Just go, it’s enough. If you stay, we’re gonna make you feel miserable! 

Just go. 

I got it. 

I see. 

It’s time. 

Game over.

Enough

Ah, yes. Welcome! I'll show you around.

Here we have the huge entrance hall. 

Amazing, hm?

 All these pictures of famous people who have studied here. 

We're pretty proud of it.

Great, just follow me, please.

New labs,

one computer for each student.

Here is the winter garden 

with new glass walls.

We got a little lake here,

so people can get inspired, you know?

Do you like it?

Well, would you please follow me to

the library.

Look! Thousands of books, 

more than you could ever read.

Great, hm?

Yes, I know...incredible.

Ok. That's it. Thank you for your visit!

And now, would you please leave,

because,

you see, 

you're really not good enough. 

Boxes

Whenever I move away

 I forget a part of me 

in my old apartment

and find a new part of me 

in my new one.

Lost

His voice makes me tremble.

When he touches me,

it feels like someone has 

finally understood.

I melt away every time 

he kisses me.

His hugs feel like

arriving.

Time stands still.

My breath hastens.

I forget myself.

I lose myself 

inside him.

Or is he lost 

inside me?