Tag: Germany

We’re all getting close now
She thought no poem she’d ever read had been so beautiful
Also skateboarders. They’re a different breed
She was just waiting for him, then they’d walk back to town
And if we didn’t answer the questions, they’d take us to jail
Sir, you sort of wish you were in here, don’t you?
None of that was the worst, though
I don’t think there’s any other way
I don’t know how we’d get along without you
That was something of a relief
But I need two promises. First, that you’ll be home before dark
I don’t think anybody’s here
I’m sure that was a gunshot
You never win against the house
All that seemed long ago now
Who can tell us what the next step is?
And on the pedestal these words appear
Nothing beside remains
Me have had better days
How far away is the rest of the world?
It looks as if she’s been waiting there for hours
I might just as well have come down here all by myself
Gone fishing
Now that I know I must go home, I almost want to go
Everything about the night feels strange
He laughs then, a queer, sad laugh
Many’s the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing
You don’t ever have to say anything
Time passes without seeming to pass
Still and all, there’s no two men the same
I want to say that I am afraid but am too afraid to say so
This is a new place, and new words are needed
Here there is room to think
I am in a spot where I can neither be what I always am nor turn into what I could be
Neither one of us knows what to say
We stayed strong for a very long time
We used to hang around amongst the burnt out cars and buildings
I started putting tags up when I was about 9
Her safety was now enhanced but not insured
She had to get back underground as quickly as possible
She had spread her four membranous wings and flown into the air
But at forty you learn all about it. Even your passions exhaust you
Before forty, you think that exhaustion is something like a long-lasting hangover
I was the last of the hopeless romantics
It rained two hundred and eighty-seven days of the year
You’re kidding
Her face long and grave and bursting with expectation
Time jumps and jumps again
Gone fishing
If the work was all that trivial, why did you bother?