der räucherkegel lässt sich nicht ausmachen obwohl er stinkt
er trägt seine bedürfnisse von oben ab und wird zu asche
ich habe den schnee für asche gehalten und bin ausgerutscht
mein körper war so kalt dass es nicht weh tat
ich bin den hügel runtergerutscht
meine hose hat sich abgetragen und sich in fetzen
entlang des weges gebettet
wer kann ihr das vorwerfen?
eine taube pickt nun die hosenreste auf
sie schmeckt den u-bahn sitz und spuckt alles
was sie seit tagen zurückhält
wieder aus
ich drücke meine stirn auf die eisschicht
die taube flüstert in mein ohr
wenn du dir liebe gibst wird dein herz sich weiten
es entsteht ein neuer planet dort wie eine leibliche Schwester
Pia Laguna
taubenposition
pigeon position (1)
the incensed cone won’t allow snuffing out although it stinks
it takes its needs from the top down and becomes ash
i took the snow for ash and i slipped
my body was so cold that it didn’t even hurt
i skidded down the hill
my pants were worn out and in rags
along the way were bedded
who can accuse them of that?
then a pigeon picks up the remains of the pants
she savors the subway seat and spits everything
that she’s been holding back for days
out again
i push my brow on the ice sheet
the pigeon whispers in my ear
if you give yourself love your heart will widen
a new planet is formed there like a fairish sister
doveposition (2)
the smokecone lets itself not be made although it stinks
he carries his needs from above away and becomes that ash
i have the snow for as i’m holding i will trip
my body was so cold that hurting did nothing
i am the hill undertripping
my pants themselves were offloaded and themselves are just shreds
along the ways bedded
who are they that can be frontthrowing?
a dove picks so the pantremains are up
she tastes the u-train seat and spits all
that backholding exists in
and again, that’s out
i push my brow on the icelayer
the dove whispers in my ear
when you are love give your heart wide as a self
in existing there comes a new planet a bodily sister
grapository (3)
their smoked sphere blows chess still outlaughing although ore is refueling
the sluggish appearance a village from praising if mouth becomes revenge
my crow the snow for revenge split mouth til eyesliding
a body was such a calf that it still breezed day
you are who brackets showered down
a can pretended it ran away and layered in last
attached this laying was bet on
who then mistakes that for nerves?
my grape kicks hens that ground nest run
sluice gifts the u-tap sharp and sees all
that sluice time stomach clenches back
low house
i move little brain run the whitelight
the grape chandeliered in your reed
as closed the daybed grins my march was you further
it escapes a fire planner word like your middling cobblers
Samuel Haecker
dovepositions