Everything Is OK

Acceptance is a great idea

Easy to proclaim

When you don’t

Face the consequences

The noise, the stress or

The forced upon closeness

Not to mention the smell

In the morning of half drunken

Beer and the smell of cigarettes

Party Time

I am trapped

In a corner

With a lot of introverts

Steering a the party

Like zombies

What will this be?

How was this possible

They are now starting

To observe me

Maybe the zombies

Will eat me

Before the party

Is over?

Love

Love is under construction

Hiding

Life is a great struggle

Like a gentle dance

Not yet taken place

Or being on going

In the raum of long past

There is always a party

Going on somewhere

Flowers on the boats

When Dionysius arrives

After the long almost

Eternal boat

In

Suddenly in the middle

Of everything someone

Wakes me up poking me

“Do not fall asleep now”

I am at a party

Wrong place, wrong time,

Wrong crowd but

I am ok alive

Sucking every drop

Of life out of dry tubers

Late Conclusions

The party is over

Since long time

The people left

Forgetting what

They left behind

Worn down leftovers

Fighting the wind, rain and snow

Changing color as the green mold

Takes over, a small community of

Different plants and creatures

Soon other tables and people will take over

Or not, it does not matter

The relationship, however not clear will always

Remain as an anchor and hope