Auditive Poems

Hauptbahnhof Berlin Blues

Such an auditive roof
Like pots and pans escaping
So put a Blues over it, maybe
Cee eff or gee it,

Worse than getting
Years ago,in the playground
Smacked in the gob
By Trudy with
Hair like a nautical cable,

The parting;

You explode like a bombed bouquet
And fall into the platform
Down the silver stairs

And if this
Breaks me like a fallen cup
Then for God`s sake
This is more than I need