Paintings looking for content
poor things remain empty
(like the mirror, which fell out in
this surrealistic painting)
the artist‘s name is as worn out, as he is himself
who finally wants their peace
I am so tired of being used as a reference
my pigtails are so long and old,
they reach downstairs
please, let me finally be my original form
bones that fertilize the soil
ashes whirling through the air
do you still recognize the difference
between my remains and the fine dust
that forces us to trot along the highway
(without adrenaline)
so we are forced for eternity to crush
the skull over our own being
stay in your lane, girl
stay in your lane