A well known toy store in New York City called FAO Schwarz closed its doors
There were many figurines and various toys for a child’s galore
FAO SCHWARZ was a store visitor’s from around the world that would explore
At any given day when you were walking pass FAO SCHWARZ, one just couldn’t ignore
Even the GM Plaza and Central Park knew the toy store best
But truly only FAO SCHWARZ could confess
A toy store being history in the books
A remembrance only a child will want to look
Wednesday was a sad da7
But thanks FAO SCHWARZ in being a New York City stay
We as New Yorkers are used to disappointments
Living in New York City teaches us how to cope
Every day breath is continued hope
FAO SCHWARZ, a name that will be held close to many hearts
As a specialty store, you made your mark
FAO SCHWARZ, you captured everyone’s heart
From the little one who gave a bear a hug and to the adult drinking water from a FAO SCHWARZ mug
The Christmas bells have stopped
The Central Park carriages can no longer step up
FAO SCHWARZ your doors have finally shut
Your advice to us in don’t cry
You might come back with another try
I will always cherish my 18 wheeler FAO SCHWARZ truck
My little bear in a FAO SCHWARZ bag being well tucked
Your F in being fun, A in appreciation, O having many options
S being Satisfaction, C in Continuous, H in Hello, W in Well, A in Acceleration, R in Remembrance and Z in Zebra figurines in multitudes
You were more than a story toy as you made it for us to soar
Your winning sales were your score
You didn’t say Good-bye as you stated you didn’t want us to cry
Moments for the minute
A name that will be cherished
FAO SCHWARZ and me, and that previous location of toys, I will never ever see.

smudges on the glass  
were wiped away each night
by a mute custodian

who found a biography
in each set of prints he made disappear
with clean cloth and vinegar

he could tell which ones
were made by children, dragged there
with promise of ice cream, later

oh, the young lovers' prints  
were unmistakable--eager tracks being led to more
and more promising carats

and the thin marks left by the frail
made him wonder, if this would be their last
precious purchase: a reckoning; a remorse

the cases held diamonds, rubies,
by the score, but the silent sentinel  
saw only the surface

that was his world,
one of transparency, and fickle
reflections

he reluctantly erased these fingered tales
the marks life left anon and anon, for he knew
it was his duty to wipe the slate clean

to allow resurrection,
renewed vision of a bejeweled
world, just below his sight

I don't know

Whether sky plays earth!

Water running in circles

As if it's inhaled

Or ****** by earthy lips

And so clouds also

move along as ribs

In a breathing chest


You pass your legs into water

"how it is cold and fresh!"

and Sun, is hotter than blood

Feeding the sandy flesh


Your eyes're green at night

sunny in the afternoon

And honey in the early morning

My own are really dark!

I cannot clearly see

where poems are born


They say that neurons

Sink in a salty water

-sodium and chloride-

Just like the sea


I look at those blackish

Brainy rocky islands

And think  :

Only sweet water

Could dig its own way

Through this earth's wound

gathering lonely colors :

"Schwarz, Grün , und Gelb"

On either banks of the Nile

passing by the cataract.


1st August 2017,
Aswan - Luxor

Ich gehe vorbei
durch dich
tüchtig
süchtig
und kalt ist mein Schweiß
und grauweiß
das heißt
ein Geist
tobt um mich herum
warum
weil du mich verlässt
zurecht
Und da schreit mein Blut
im Flut
in meinen Ohren
nicht wie neu geboren
und schwarz wird die Gegend
ohne Gottes Segen
weswegen
verlasse ich mich selbst
zunächst.