then think of the unsatisfied ones,
with their migraine-prone temples and introverted dispositions,
loyal to a few memories
that held out little hope,
who still brought flowers,
and with a smile of not much luminosity
confided secret desires
to their small-scale heavens
that were soon to be extinguished
-Gottfried Benn
-TRANSLATED -- Michael Hofman
Its late and
I am arguing with crazy people
but midnight is useless
If I cant write about
Its indecisiveness
The way the world warps itself
Sucked straws inside out
How sounds suddenly have meaning
Because they are unexplained
