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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Deutsch
Written in Fürth between 2012 and 2015, "Human Being Horny" is the ninth in the series of ten books featuring what is sometimes referred to as Western Haiku.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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MIRRAN THOUGHT
MIRRAN THOUGHTSpitzwiesenstr. 50 90765 Fürth Germany
www.dwmirran.de
www.empty.de
READ TWENTY (MT-619)
Printed by BOD
In de Tarpen 42
D-22848 Norderstedt
www.bod.de
First printing 2019
MIRRAN THOUGHT is the publishing arm of Mirran Threat, a company devoted to releasing the music and writings of the various members of Doc Wör Mirran. Mirran Thought and Mirran Threat are both divisions of MT Undertainment.
These pieces were written in Fürth,
Germany between 2012 to 2015.
As always, in loving memory of Frank
Abendroth and Tom Murphy.
Dedicated to Holger Czukay
For my beautiful Conny
Cover art “Human Being Horny”by
Joseph B. Raimond, oil on canvas and wood, 2010.
This is DWM release Nr. 166
Fürth
A soft summer rain
Ruining my dry laundry
But I’m not mad
Has routine taken root?
Like all the weeds I battle
In my perpetual garden war
Give me a sign of life
Give me a sign of your love
My most powerful battle weapon
Butterfly, landing on a flower
Do you share my sorrows?
Do you understand my problems?
A poet sitting in the sun
Risking a sunburn
For a bit of inspiration
It just doesn’t matter
It just doesn’t matter!
In the end, it just doesn’t matter
Never really woke up
From my afternoon nap
Still dreamin’ of you
It is not the quantity
But the quality of your curves
And your love
A battle of the titans
As huge trees reach to the sky
Fighting for every ray of light
A soft summer midnight rain
Slowly filling my water tank
Tomorrow my plants will be happy
What should I call her?
This fat cat
Wanting milk at my door
The American dream: mobility
A family living in their car
The middle class drives away
Sometimes, throw a blind eye
To the horror of modern life
And watch a wonderful world
The sweltering heat beats
My head into rhythm
Drops of sweat, dripping
Saturday night, party night
Time for wine, women and song
Let’s go!
She is worth every effort
To become that better person
You’ve been planning for so long
You have given me that hope
That was taken from me
Which I paid for in blood
Lovely little love letters
Sent back and forth
Save this mundane, working day
My head in your lap
As you stroke my hair
I think I’m in love
Black clouds, dark gloom
Smelling the promise of rain
My garden is thirsty
The sun beating down
Roasting my scalp
As I dream of snow
On the steps of Tiflis
We began our love, destined
For more than just a nice memory?
As the desert, grasping
For its few drops of water, saving
You suck me dry, tired and content
Sit back and enjoy, like a butterfly
Drinking at his flower, content
I will taste of your nectar
In this nightly, midnight gloom
Love, happiness, sun and warmth
Never existed, nor ever will
Tiptoe around that “L” word
Ssshhhh! Don’t even whisper it
