The Ghost Of Empathy E-Book

Joseph B. Raimond

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 20

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

The tenth and final installment of Joseph B. Raimond's series of books featuring "Western Haiku".

Leseprobe

MIRRAN THOUGHT

These pieces were written from 2014 to 2016 in Berlin, Paris, London, Munich, Darmstadt, Prague, Koblenz, Köln, Luxembourg, Rimini, San Marino, Cecina, Florence, Heidelberg, Manchester, Barcelona, Dublin and Adine.

As always, in loving memory of Frank Abendroth and Tom Murphy.

Dedicated to Oliver Sacks

For my beautiful Conny

Cover art “The Ghost Of Empathy” by Joseph B. Raimond, watercolor, acrylic and ink on paper, 2018.

This is DWM release Nr. 169

Table of Contents

Berlin

Paris

Munich

London

Darmstadt

Prague

Köln

Luxembourg

Koblenz

Uelzen

Rimini

San Marino

Cecina

Florence

Adine

San Diego

Heidelberg

Gardone Riviera

Manchester

Dublin

Barcelona

Berlin

Even the strength

Of the perpetual big city gray

Can’t dim the light you give

The February buds

Might still be destined

For a frosty death

The miles that race past

Are stopped like from a magnet

By my longing for you

Big city dusk

Gray turns to black

Alcohol brings colour

Reminiscing, trading old stories

Like old war veterans

Backstage importance

Loud, louder, loudest

A contest of pain

The most ringing ears wins

Big hair, leather, chains

Who spent the most

To look the cheapest?

Tomorrow I will find

Your lips against mine

Anticipation

A record release party

For some band

No one will ever worship

On this stage

I got my fifteen minutes stardom

And free beer

The big city dog

Ignores the loud sirens

Of the passing police car

Here, in this city

Someone put up their walls

Here, we’re taking ours down

Neither the fame nor the fortune

Can ever be had

From unreadable graffiti

Bloody tissue litter

The early morning bus-stop

Somewhere, someone is in pain

Quick body check, no pain

Nothing stolen. nothing missing

A sober morning ritual

The cryptic graffiti

Of an unknown artist

Will keep him unknown

Sober up, asshole

And put your dick away

You aint a teenage no mo’

Paris

Rusty nails and silence

Don’t need to look

If a train is coming

Useless! Useless!

American fast food garbage

Littering the Parisian streets

Either endless fields, meadows

Or streets filled, grimy buildings

France is black or white

A cold beer in my hand

On the Eifel Tower, second level

Paid for with my soul

Useless! Useless!

Cowboy hats and chewing tobacco

Walking down a street in Paris

Six hundred seventy steps up

Six hundred seventy steps down