All the lovesick on my doorstep
quieten my desire.
Passionate couples
copulate next door,
lustful screams,
yellouts
in the warm city summerbreeze...
They fuck hard
to cross the valley of differences
and lost dreams
between them
and still they lose.

Quiet now.

A tiny little bird
crosses the sky,
his iridescent song
sparkling into the endless blue...

Summer in the city and
still there's
a creeping silent loneliness
behind each window.

Dogs outside
barking for bones and
while I'm watching
breathless,
stunned,
amused,
time goes on and on.
Poetic restlessness and
a pocket full of dreams...

And just being
in the middle of something.

Love?
An absolutely overrated emotion!
Go ask the animals for love...
Funny.

Futility.

                        ( Gutrun Wellmer, 6. Juni 2010 )