1
deep and purple,
clouds, gather
bleed
all over
the canvas
2
Berlin take my
breath away, ----
will tear us apart,
again Berlin
3
you held my hand
I kissed your neck
we trace the lines
in your latest ink
and say: someday
we'll look back on this day
these clouds, these bruises
4
we drink wheat beers
rant about Marlene
still in Berlin,
her little suitcase
out of breath, torn
apart, blood stained
... and you ...
eating Sauerkraut
and Wiener Schnitzel
at Legoland in Potsdamer Platz
we search for the big orange giraffe
ReplyDeleteEnjoying these Berlin
poems very much
with a bit of Bowie
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of Cold War
and let's not forget ampelmann !
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Deletewelcome to the cult shop
the ampelmännchen
will be in shortly
Yes, the little traffic light men are indeed marching into the poems (along with Bowie, Marlene, Cohen et al). Glad you're enjoying the series :)
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