Friday, 16 March 2012

False friends


one
two

three

giggling

four
five, are you a noun?

running on the wrong side of the street

six, seven, eight; I will catch you -
nine

hiding behind your friends

ten

Ten.

Your friend is a verb, a tear is not wet, a ten is a -

ten, Ten

A cat is a spiteful woman,
the sensible part of an exhaust,
the lazy term for a boat with twin hulls

Ten, ten, Ten.
zehn.

your breath seeps through my brain
like the plattdüütsche sand dripped through my hands
leaving shell's dust und eine Träne
as salty as the Ostsee

zehn, Zehn, Zehn.

I long to chase you along the streets of Heikendorf
where the cat is only a Katze
catching mice
and miauing auf Deutsch



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