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Mom?
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Read a book!
Kids
UNTEN AN DEN MAUERN VOM SPIELPLATZ -“KICK THE CAN, KICK THE CAN, SKIP…“MACARONI & CHEESE (HAB‘ ICH NOCH NIE GEMACHT) DAS WÜRD ICH KOCHEN. KIDS LOVE IT- HAB ICH GEHÖRT, UND BUNTE SERVIETTEN AUSLEGEN, KLEINE FÄHNCHEN UND KERZEN FÜR DEN SÜSSEN KUCHEN, KLEBRIGE LIMOSPRITZER AUF DER TISCHDECKE. EINE ZIGARETTE AUF DEM BALKON, EIN GLAS WEIN, NACHTS. WENN DIE KIDS SCHLAFEN SHHH... WIE PUPPEN BLAUES LICHT, VON DRAUSSEN WANDERN GELBE STREIFEN ÜBER IHRE GESICHTER. LOVE THEM LIKE CRAZY ALLES WÜRD ICH FÜR SIE TUN DAMIT SIE LACHEN UND FREI SEIN KÖNNEN
With all my sympathy, xoxo
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2 der mojito, 1,75 die zigaretten. black mood black tar heart blue days yellow sun they sing „you‘re not the only one“. occupado, occupado. black sea black sun blue heart yellow sky yellow moon alles ist vergiftet. die Seiten auf die ich schreibe jedes Wort, das sie sagen. black tar soul yellow sea blue sun they say, I‘m not the only one.
Ladies and Gentlemen: JUSTIN TOWNES EARLE
One more nigh
ht in Brooklyn
They
all
nodded
their
bloate
Grinning cranks,
the
with
their
And Wrapped
fat
wiped off t stiff
started in
the
flags
they'
made of old rosy, leathery f
wedding gowns with careless,
I
dream
and
about
placing
taking
them
on
on the other side of the to
Their to
would
them distorted
tunes,
rubbish
And If I
a
bal
make own
off
like
I could they
bo
st
am make
the
become
ed,
heads.
grey
g
, they switched
their sweaty chins fingers,
blue
'd
dancing.
coughed
up,
flesh, sewn into
,
f
lose stitches. heads,
their
bench,
wooden
llroom, watch:
m
odies,
moving,
tranded
whales
em
wondering: love
me,
beautiful?
I used to find gold on the streets once, no kidding
Choose
a side !
My
little boy
i never meant to leave you behind.
those monkeys chasing you
I just couldn‘t stop them if i tried
I watched you disappear, down the road
From my chair, outside the house I kissed your little head goodbye as it blurred into the horizon i let go of your tiny hands.
I just couldn‘t save you. i had to let you go i had to let you go
But as: (I lost all That I‘d been living for) I burned up and my loving ashes flew
ALL OVER THIS TOWN and everyone of them breathed me into their lungs… i promise you
I PROMISE AT LEAST THIS.
its not its just my b running th white tra
my fault blue blood hrough my ash heart
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Lena Teresa Flohrschütz 2014