Kitschpoesie: Berlin
Written in a bench overlooking the Spree.
Just what in the devil did you do
When we were fast asleep?
There is most certainly
An inconclusive fugue
Things aren’t going where they should.
Do you feel guided?
Do you know
Just
What is a line?
Let me buy you
Let me buy
A piece of the old wall
it is certified.
We understand what
The trajectory is
We foresaw where the object will fall
Out best man has already built
A machine to clear away all the debris.
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Mea culpa.
Mutti
Bought her
Beautiful niece
A little sprinkle of
Pervitin
Mr. Speer's breath
Hangs about the Ebertsraße
| | | | | . | . | Aboard a
| . | . | . | | . . | . | Steamer on
| | . | . | . . . | . | . | The Spree
the young lovers are serried by I know now
the pillars of the collonade Now know
Lines curve as well
And turn to sinews
Lines in dialogue.
Otherwise,
Damn the continuity
I dined on his
Vital space
Leberwurst of Lebensraum
Then I
Handcuffed myself
Flogged my back
And turned him into
A sacred cow
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Exhibit 355: |
My mother's |
cyanide |
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Exhibit 766: | Catalogue
My father's | Of
Preying eagle | The Tanatzhaus
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Exhibit 88: |
My cousin |
The brute's |
Chains |
See the system of arcs
In vermillion naphthalene
Make terror out of the
Blank.
each In
so than the page much
more space can
be
this
I see
A face
Through a bubble
I see
Girls
Cut up by pavillion shadows
At the Brandenburg gate
Reins flutter out
And are either
In nowhere-going motion
Or fatally still
How can anyone bear
Their centuries long
Paralysis?
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What did you do
When we finally woke up?
I threw my arms around
Kaiser Wilhelm
And held myself there
Until a wing
Burst from my back.
What shall you do now?
I shall take your loneliness
Such as it comes
With all its foibles, with all its jaws.