Sunday, 13 February 2011

No Reference

Are you beautiful today were you
I watched a suitcase drown
There was no way it could do
Nothing some years were gentle
Many images of shopping
Glittering & studded collar
Winter near the moon & dry lips
A tel. no. a message freak freak
The stuff keeps getting into me
Es sungen drei Engel einen süßen Gesang
I carve the animals of history out of cookbooks
I watched a suitcase starve
All the names of the streets are personal
Bashful freak
Were you beautiful tomorrow are you


  1. Thanks Philipp! I'm writing my life backwards as if it's yet to happen to someone else.