Thursday, February 24, 2011

How To Much Does It Cost To Fill A Cavity

Aus alten Gedichten


Anonymous

(Birgit)

My silent cry
rebounds against bricks,
wanders urban canyons,
dies in the concrete.

desperately fighting my lungs
in crowds to oxygen.
A plastic fern
behind window glass

creates the illusion of survival.

The eyes look

in crowds after a light,
brings the heat.
you break in the freezing cold of
Neon sign.

Exhausted looking
my fingers to grab a hand, my foot in the

stumbling start. In case they embrace

lampposts.

(c) Annette Gonserowski
of: written relief ca.1980
in Berlin, standing before the decision: in the big city to move, which then had another island character, surrounded by the former GDR .

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