I burned our
old photographs,
it fell down
like dried leaves
in the autumn
The classic
gallery of our
love that was
once fascinating
became a
tedious one
The once white
walls and
clean corners
Are now dusty
and dark
The perfectly
carved frames,
and perfect
shots
became dull
and lifeless
You left me
knowing that
I won't survive
alone inside this
***** walls
Picture me
in your mind
And you'll see
the saddest photo
there will ever be

I took a photo of you
When you didn’t know
You were laughing loudly
And your dimples were in show
Your hands were folded properly
you were looking to your right
Your hair was light and messy
And your eyes sparkled with delight
I hold on to your photograph
As you hold on to her hand
A tear rolls down my flushed cheeks
And on your printed face it lands
I close my eyes and make a wish
A selfish one indeed
My heart is filled with love for you
But my mind is clouded greed

I will contemplate my boredom today, it's terrible,
I must dedicate my actions to something ethical,
So I'll go agitate all the photo chemicals,
It won't automate, it's not a technical miracle,
I will be the chaser of an adventure to set out,
To steal a stack of photo paper someone had left out,
Took it from "The Enticing Taylor", stole his photo clout,
I'm no hater but you better remember to take out,
Your **** when you are done in the dark room...

created a photo and now
go ahead and now go on your way

created a photo and now
there is no turning back never and all

moments fly and therefore they are not
they were never like me
like all the photos that were

18.11.18

my photos
capture a moment in time
my drawings
capture a moment
i hope to occur
in this life
or the next

she was a tundra
the photos were so pretty
but now you miss home

across yellow fields across yellow moon
where is the island I am about
long ago forgotten him often
I stopped by a long time ago
on it on this island where there was
all absolutely where were all mine
dreams and was i there last time
when i was five years old when i was
I rested among the many beds
there were lots of beds and lots
strange feelings strange i felt
and already then understood that my life
one huge solid photo or
same just a collection of poems not
more and no less I already felt
that I will feel the future and I
understood and knew always and always because
from my very birth my eyes they are
dead man my eyes ghost dark eyes

16.10.18