Queenshead du
aus deiner Krone sind dir drei
Zacken gebrochen
stehst immer noch
aufragend
über das hölzerne Meer
läuft das Lichtschattenpferd
zu dir ganz in Weiß
in der Mitte liegt eine Insel,
dahinter: Wald
aus zerrissenen Stämmen
mulberry mouth
the herb Paris of your voice
in the backest corner of the garden
"are these deadly nightshades or cornelian cherries
behind the consecrated
elder?"
mulberry
like once before I pick her and she
rims the mouth shrills a blue
bell in the dream we ride: small-me on the scooter
you on the stepboard jump on
and off
running board reason
my donkey child
you arise in the snow
I screamed in the monkey tree
the wind blew summer out of the fur
the world hit my disheartened
knee