New Poetry
Distant Homeland Transylvania
A person comes to Transylvania.
Let's call him Hans-Jürgen.
He looks around.
He feels stupid.
What, all of that was here?
With German colors in their banner.
If he knew more, he could see,
As they both stand before him:
Artemis
Is anyone already thinking about this?
what one says after Neil spoke,
That it was a small step?
Are Whizz Kids already sitting at it?
What all can one say?
Is even a poet participating?
Cain and Abel
The know-it-all and his brother,
the related self-important person,
They can do everything – and always.
Hand in Hand
They travel across the country.
You can never please them anymore.
Party congress
The same old tired phrases.
The same upturned noses.
The party congress applauds while standing.
After all, everyone wants to see each other again.
Night Trump
Trump just came to see me.
I was lying in bed, it was four o'clock.
My breasts became heavy;
He knelt on her like a nightmare.
He said, in a Trump-like manner,
Daddy
Are you sneaky, cowardly, and dumb?
Could it be that your dad was Trump?
Has someone shit in your brain?
No one bequeaths you a conscience.
Did you bring everything with you?
for access to power.
Spring
Dear world, where do you want to go?
You are now green as you have been since the beginning.
There were always weeds in it,
among all the tulips and cucumbers.
But losers and villains thrive.
more than usual
and the outlook is bleak.
Old white men
Old men often lack hair.
Where there used to be dense vegetation,
The remaining stock is white.
That doesn't turn any woman on anymore.
German Opera
We still had the tinsel hanging up,
Then we went to see Mimi and Musetta.
We really wanted to go there again,
into old West Berlin.