"A Terrible Poem" | New Poem, 27.04.2024.

two fractions of infinity
added to scrambled eggs
and a glass of white coffee in the morning

that's all the white foreigner needs to be happy

maybe even a loft on the roofs of Neukolln
but that's for later
when the dawn catches the eye
of dead turquoise women reflection

maybe one of these women
will bring more than coffee and eggs to the table
maybe a little krautrock
although I already puked out this topic in London

Chris Karrer has died
and I feel terrible