Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

#DaDa #CosmicCollision #TechnicolorTerror #AstralAbstration #SpectrumStrike Gedicht / Poem A ball of ice in a coat of chrome and fire, Scorching the grid of the celestial choir. It drags a tail of violet, bruised and deep, Through silent halls where weary rainbows sleep. Oh, jagged traveler from the ink-stained height, Distorting every prism with thy light! The atmosphere is but a cage of stained-glass blue, That cracks asunder as the stone breaks through. No orbit holds… read more – weiterlesen Der Komet tritt in die Farbatmosphäre ein / The Comet Enters the Color Atmosphere

#DaDa #PorcineProphecy #AbstractHam #NeonOink #SurrealSwine Gedicht / Poem A thunder of ham in a geometric sky, Where lavender trotters learn how to fly. She bursts through the borders of emerald grass, A mosaic of bacon and shattered-work glass. Oh, pink-striped herald of the mud-bound soul, Breaking the circle to swallow the whole! With a gaze of a saint and the snout of a king, Hear the discordant song that the sausages sing. She escapes the… read more – weiterlesen Die Sau, sie springt aus dem Bild / The Sow, She Leaps From the Frame

#DaDa #OfficeOdyssey #TrolleyTerror #CorporateChaos #AbstractAudit Gedicht / Poem The wheel clicks on the marble floor of hell, A plastic box where hollow spirits dwell. They stand in lines of ink and primary sin, With ironed souls beneath a neon skin. Oh, restless ghosts of the quarterly report, Thy heavy luggage is a crumbling fort! A dialogue of zippers and of silent gears, Through terminal halls and existential fears. The handle rises like a sceptre made… read more – weiterlesen Die Dienstreisenden mit Rollkoffer im Dialog / Business Travelers with Trolleys in Dialogue

#DaDa #CubistChaos #StainedGlassSoul #AbstractIdentity #NeonGaze Gedicht / Poem A kaleidoscope of fractured bone and light, Where geometric whispers blind the sight. Two heavy lids in violet ink are drowned, While jagged truths in emerald cells are bound. Oh, fragmented king of the prismed void, By rigid lines and vibrant hues destroyed! Thy gaze is but a ghost in stained-glass rain, A baroque dance of digital, holy pain. The grid expands where shadows dare to flee,… read more – weiterlesen Das wohlversteckte Gesicht / The Well-Hidden Face

#DaDa #CrimeFictionChaos #GeometricBoredom #LabyrinthineLogic #StaticSuspense Gedicht / Poem The detective is a ghost of jagged lines, Lost in a maze of neon-colored clues, Where every step the culprit’s plot entwines, In strokes of indigo and toxic blues. Oh, boring script of staged and plastic fear, Weave me a shroud of squares and empty space, Until the motive is no longer clear, And static rot consumes the victim’s face. The plot is thin, the ink is… read more – weiterlesen Das während des schlechten Krimis gewobene Muster / The Pattern Woven During a Bad Crime Thriller

#DaDa #GlitchGospel #ChromaticCatastrophe #PixelPurgatory #NeonNihilism Gedicht / Poem The scanner is a throat that cannot swallow, Digestion failed in emerald and rose, A jagged ghost where logic used to follow, And static hums beneath the machine’s nose. Oh, binary priest of the fractured light, Why do you spit the rainbow back in shards? To blind the morning and to mock the night, With glowing ink and digital disregards. The pulse of neon rots within the… read more – weiterlesen Neon-Farben schlecht eingescannt / Neon Colors Badly Scanned

#DaDa #GeometricLabyrinth #ChromaticChaos #StainedGlassFever #PatternParalysis Gedicht / Poem The circle groans beneath a leaden weight, Where magenta spheres are sliced in two, A simpleton’s map of a crooked fate, Drenched in a broth of toxic hue. Oh, static wheel that refuses to turn, Within the cage of a jagged black line, The colors of madness begin to burn, Turning the water to turpentine wine. No center remains in this fractured grace, Just the hollow stare… read more – weiterlesen Das einfältige Muster aus dem Musterbuch / The Simpleton’s Pattern from the Pattern Book

#DaDa #PinkPanic #PorcineAnarchy #ExpressionistOink #InkSlaughter Gedicht / Poem The brush is a butcher of emerald light, Slicing the pink from the bone of the day, A snout emerges to challenge the sight, In a grunt that turns all the logic to grey. Oh, messy icon of wallowing grace, Your bristles are shadows, your spirit is ink, You wear the confusion of space on your face, And force the cathedral of reason to sink. The mud… read more – weiterlesen Eine kleine Sauerei zum 11.02.2026 / A Little Piggy Mess on Feb 11, 2026

#DaDa #LinearLimbo #StrataOfExistence #VibrantVoid #AbstractAnarchy Gedicht / Poem The horizon is a stack of colored lies, Where gold-leaf veins dissect the azure deep, A parallel parade for weary eyes, While vertical ambitions fall asleep. Oh, silver thread that binds the neon dust, Why do you curve when logic bids you stay? In every stripe, a layer of our rust, Is polished by the tides of yesterday. The rhythm of the lines is silent sound, Where… read more – weiterlesen Lebenslinien vom 11.02.26 / Lifelines of Feb 11, 26

#DaDa #CyanideSwine #PigDiary #ExpressionistPork #AzureAnarchy Poem A heavy beast in teal and indigo, Emerges from the orange furnace heat, With hollow eyes that watch the garden grow, And trotters carved from frozen, azure meat. Oh, sacred sow of page sixty’s dark ink, Why do you stare at boredom’s dusty floor? You lead the restless thinkers to the brink, And grunt behind the mind’s unopened door. The spiral of your skin is painted strife, A sapphire… read more – weiterlesen Die blaue Sau grüßt von Seite 60 des Schweinetagebuchs / The Blue Sow Greets from Page 60 of the Pig Diary