Literatur: Blue Moon | nd-aktuell.de

You can have a brain prosthesis

Made from whalebone, but

Nobody complains

Except if Werder wins

What is Green &

Smells like fish

Werder Breeemen

Then sway

The Pequod, then

The eels rap

Then nothing works

Normahl

And watt is already

Normaalh

You’re going crazy

But

Melville & Hawthorne sway

Think they’re leather stockings

While at Alex a sack of rice

Falls over

A Romanian in disguise

Sack of rice

Who refuses for

To be nominated for the Pulitzer

The Meuse was full

Thoreau lounges next to it

Crouching, drilling

The index finger towards the state

On the hooker brooch

Klaus Löwitsch wanders

(World on a wire)

State & Wire

Wasn’t intentional at all

It’s coming out of my ear

And back in

What is that supposed to be?

Listen & Look

I lived in Lensengericht

If the question didn’t exist

This is how complete professionals rhyme

Some of them are full

Or on fantasy

Stuck

Quentin Tarantino is now crooning

In the Rerik pensioner combo

The black-headed gulls chirp

Fake high

We’re going to Greece

Into the blue

refugees

Germans were big at it

From poverty

Died in Algeria

Like flies

History will repeat itself

Until then they are stupid,

Little ferrets

Knowledge of nothing

Choose blue

Helau

For the outdoors

Don’t scratch me

Breadcrumbs from the plate

You human trash

You are not German

You are nothing

You’re just what I want

Or don’t want to

As a determiner

Owls pass by

Did you see anything?

Does she itch?

Maybe they are

Currant pooping?

Is it me?

A little girl wants

Back to the fairytale fountain

She’s lost

The sky is grey

Everything is wet and cold and peeling off

The stairwells are sweating

We are there

This Saturday the writer Peter Wawerzinek turns 70. It comes from the 80s and was part of the original Prenzlauer Berg underground literature. The writer and journalist André Dahlmeyer was co-founder of the Social Beat literary movement in East Berlin in the 1990s.