eigene lyrik, englische lyrik

there goes a nothing, there is to the ellipse: a toad made me cry

i tried to tell you that the moon looked like
the mark my coffee cup leaves on the nut-colored tablecloth
and i tell you that there is sticker on the pen
that says – if the ink dries keep writing
but you bit the lower part of your lip to a frayed mandarin
long before / so i stayed breathing to a rust dotted outside
beneath the gone leaf, the branch the limb the tree the air,
the sky, the nothing surrounding me
trying to in a moment of stifled fear or wish-
ing – i don’t recall, to not fraud the past
but you do you do do look at me
out of too lit up eyes, that were beheaded ornaments
that belonged to what was a field the crop a grain to seed.

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