Pigture

Gedicht / Poem The Squared Grunt A snout composed of primary fears, Echoing through the silent years. The horizon is a purple line, Where the sun and the slaughterhouse entwine. Not a beast, but a map of the mind, Leaving the mud of the farm behind. Measured by shadows, cut by the light, A borstiges … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Frozen Scoop of Sorrow Blue shadows drip like melting cream, A sugar-cone lost in a winter dream. Tucholsky’s ghost wants a lemon zest, But the shuttered window offers no rest. A face built of shards, a nose of cold, The story of summer is silver and old. No sprinkles for the … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Surgical Rainbow A scalpel of light, a suture of blue, Dissecting the world to find something true. Tucholsky hums a nursery rhyme, While Kubin counts the pulse of time. Ten thousand cells in a neon dance, Logic collapses in a colorful trance. The chart is a map of a phantom pain, … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Clinical Prism A scalpel made of violet ink, Faster than a weary eye can blink. Tucholsky’s ghost in a lab coat white, Dissecting shadows in the neon light. Kubin’s pulse in a turquoise vein, Washing away the textbook’s pain. The diagnosis? A beautiful mess, Wrapped in an acrylic-stained dress. Das klinische … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Clinical Congestion A nose of prisms, a sneeze of light, Trapped in the hallways of sterile white. Kafka’s doctor lost the file, Beneath a green and jagged smile. The virus dances in tiles of blue, Waiting for a red-hot cue. One eye watches the petri dish, Granting a pale, infectious wish. … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Blade of Sound Vertical slices of a neon sky, Where the chords are sharp and the melodies die. Kafka strings a bow with iron thread, Playing a song for the city of lead. Blue curves dancing on a crimson edge, A musical leap from a jagged ledge. The harp is a … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Tardy Trotter The clock is melting, the mud is dry, A magenta shadow under a scribbled sky. Kafka’s postman has no letters to give, Just a pink-stained reason for why we live. It missed the slaughter, it missed the feast, A jagged, beautiful, late-coming beast. The void was waiting, the frame … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Neon Procession A ribbon of faces, a river of ink, The world is a ship that refused to sink. Kafka’s wanderers, locked in a frame, No one remembers the group’s secret name. Yellow, green, and a ghost of a snout, This is what happens when lights go out. The glory is … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Invisible Velvet The gown is a ghost, a silk-woven lie, Beneath the pink chaos, a wide-staring eye. A snout made of echoes, a face of debris, Floating in waves of a peach-colored sea. Kafka’s clerk lost his buttons at night, Now he is circles and flashes of light. The shock is … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Silent Barker A throat of neon, a chest of clay, He announces the end of the bright-colored day. Three figures standing in a liquid line, Turning the water of logic to wine. Kafka’s usher with no door to show, Just a silhouette where the shadows grow. Step right up to the … Read more