Back to the house
between the tracks and the garden
where the apple trees are waiting, which I climbed
saved myself from gravity until someone called
and then I went into them Kitchen ran into my place,
which I left like a faith
like the classrooms, sports fields, party rooms
Safety zones created by parents
and people who live in bomb shelters,
in which you don't miss anything else except yourself
and as soon as you ask yourself who that is
and whether you wonder who that is
and whether you If you like the way you are
this will be the moment when you leave the building
with it a mountain of corpses, yours
I looked at mine Rails with the switches set
lying shaking their heads one last time
and continuing on and over it
as an invisible sex symbol
that makes the thought grow louder t,
if your sense of touch leaves you in the dark with me,
how to make love
has not only driven us out of love,
but also out of our minds
and celibate linguists, empty/teaching bodies and theists
hopefully laughed their heads off
and didn't just throw up their hands like they usually do,
because they want to that we should become like them
All that remains is: further, further, further
social fringe groups on the way to themselves
history is old and getting older
up Dance floors, bars, vinyl and paper, celluloid and for you
are called here: Ã-rooms; are safety zones in reality
a living person who doesn't know how to do this is standing in front of the house
standing between the tracks and the garden
where the apple trees are waiting