Author Archives: poemcollision

how should i name you?

There’s some American/UK pop song on her i-pod playing – “I’ll be there for you” – when she’s somewhere she hasn’t been before. The princess shoes on her feet start to camouflage with the street they walk on, from white … Continue reading

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About …

for a short moment, I ask myself how it feels for you if you feel as if small electrons dance through your body, as well, when my/your fingers dance on our bodies, until … in movies, there’d be a firework … Continue reading

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i()m()perfect

bought a bunch of sun-flowers in MA-city last week. some of them are still in my office room, some made their way to my home. the yellow already start to loose its colour, the leaves have some brown traces. others … Continue reading

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carneval de paris

quelque chose va arriver cet nuit//on ne sait quoi//l’espoir nous suffit//et le tue tous.

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La Vida Loca

Sue-Ann is quite lost. Standing in a stunning red dress in a Spanish pub, her blond hair dramatically falling over her shoulders, black high heels on, but no hot Spanish guy looking at her. Some guys scream; not for her … Continue reading

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Three Lions on the shirt

There are Three Lions on the shirt that his oncle gives him on his 7th birthday, and maybe it’s not a shirt with Three Lions, but it’s one with a Bundesadler/ a German Eagle, or it’s one with a Schweizer … Continue reading

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some personal stuff

The moment when you stand in the tram, on the way to work, and you overhear two English-speaking students about their attempts to learn German – “and then you make a Fehler and everything is wrong”. And you realize that … Continue reading

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close-up

When the day to leave has come, I leave so much behind. Things, moments, people. I don’t remember when exactly but somewhere in the dust, I come across a young American who choose to come here/who didn’t want to continue … Continue reading

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sexy back

Irgendwie habe ich es geschafft, die Erinnerungen zu verlieren. In der Zeit seit fünf Jahren, zehn Tagen und … (ja, ich muss nicht immer an ihn denken, wenn ich ein grünes Kato-Männerhemd mit Farbflecken sehe, eine gelbe Quietscheente, und so … Continue reading

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beauty: past/present (m.)

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