Nollendorfplatz
I wander
dirty muddy roads, the snow,
vanishes.
Rainy days, fill my lungs with water.
Women on the roadside pull off their skirts
show off naked calves to the greedy looking, in old BMW's sitting, shadows of
drunken mortals, staggering through the night
soak their pain in the pale glow of the Alk.
A passing train, the screeching sound of the track grinding steel, lets hair on arms and legs stand on end
An outcry, the creaking sound
rests
A street dog, mangled, lies on the side of the track, partly,
his dirty rests pulled away by the ignorant train
and nobody noticed the tragedy of the poor.
Oh, how all these drunken dogs will end up, going around poorly.
They say, "Do not go here at night." But this is the light of Baudelaire, capricious personalities, cries, a fight through the night always recurring and under every pavement a poem awaits. Here you will find the dark side of your mind,
There, you walk for some time until your hands and feet are bloody, your veins clump together and your sex is torn apart with everyone's heart,
torn
and at dawn, the mist of shame and everyone sleeps the day away.
2018
Jana Siân Blume