Daddy's Black Tie

The brutal wind couldn't reach me. They had left God in a lit lamp in the living room for my protection. Grandma and I were in a vacant house and the sun wouldn't show up unless I finished my homework. I wouldn't call it a Sunday.

Staring at her to see whether she really heard me, I could guess she was annoyed with daddy's black tie or mommy's black dress. I didn't need the cake or the light in the lamp. I knew she wasn't on a trip. Honey mama was sitting there, and I needed her to talk to.


Love inside a Bottle

We met five minutes ago inside of an empty bottle. I can brightly remember every single moment; the first touch of her filthy body which inspired me to buzz, and the nice stink of a child's shit which gave me the subject to buzz about. I had never felt such a craving unrest before.

She tried to avoid me by always taking the opposite corner, yet she wouldn't leave the bottle. I loved this. I loved the stains pattern on the surface and I loved the release of wet off the fleshy germs. She smelled like rubbish. I loved this.


Understanding Couple

Three men are staying in front of a large house in fire. One of them is the owner, trapped down in overwhelming silence. The second is the sheriff who can hardly believe the situation. And the third one is a plumber. He is only an unprofessional damn plumber.
They stay watching until the house burns down in dust and ruins.
The sheriff handcuffs the owner and takes him to his new house of detention. The puzzled plumber smiles. He smiles at the plenty of hot water which splashed on the woman's skirt, before the owner peeped through the key hole.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.08.2010

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