Pigture

Gedicht / Poem The Prism of Pork A snout hidden in a thousand squares, Reality climbing up technicolor stairs. Kafka’s law is written in mint and red, While the pig dreams of a geometric bed. No lines are straight in this fiscal year, Every color is a silent, painted fear. The butcher is a painter, … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Geometric Grunt The sun is a yolk, bleeding on blue, A checkered snout watching the view. Purple shadows of a Kafkaesque night, Grid-locked destiny, fading light. The horizon is a fence, the sky a cell, In the sunset’s glow, all is well? Oink goes the clock, tick goes the meat, The … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Centrifugal Snout Pink turns to violet, violet to scream, The morning is a spiral, a greasy dream. A thousand eyes in a circle of ham, Locked in the gears of a cosmic jam. Kafka wakes up, his coffee is cold, The snout is the sun, or so we are told. Round … Read more

Gedicht / Poem Chromotherapy of the Void (EN) The snout is a whirlpool of crimson and ink, Too much to swallow, too bright to think. Yellow shards pierce the emerald hide, Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Kafka’s clerk is now a kaleidoscope boar, Trapped in a rainbow, a chromatic war. The world is … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Subterranean Grin (EN) The ticket is a lie, the platform a cage, A kaleidoscopic face erupts in a silent rage. The blue nose sniffs the tracks of destiny, Securing a seat in the carriage of hegemony. Teeth like piano keys play a dissonant song, Where the weak stand still and the … Read more

Gedicht / Poem The Grid of Grunts (EN) The green lattice chokes the snout, A mosaic of pink fat, a geometric pout. The eye is a void, a pale, staring egg, While the chin ripples like a soft, fleshy leg. Kafka’s beetle became a swine in the weeds, Satiated by shadows and bureaucratic seeds. OINK! … Read more

Gedicht / Poem EN: A splintered soul in a velvet seat, Watching the tracks and the bitter sleet. The eye is open, a diamond of dread, Reflecting the words that were never said. The train is a beast of iron and ink, Giving the passenger no time to think. Geometric shadows on a window of … Read more

Gedicht / Poem EN: A thumb on glass, a soul on fire, The glowing tomb of our desire. No longer speech, just binary blue, A digital ghost is haunting you. The pig is hunched in violet light, Swiping through the endless night. It isn’t a tool, it’s a glowing cell, A technicolor, portable hell. The … Read more

Gedicht / Poem EN: A flood of snouts, a tidal wave of pink, Leaving us no time to breathe or think. From cubist shards to swirling neon mist, The pig exists, though it was never kissed. Blue profiles mock the orange morning sun, The trial has started, and the boar has won. Lines of life … Read more

Gedicht / Poem EN: Pink orbits collide in a sticky embrace, A snout-shaped planet in outer space. The ink is weeping, the lines are thin, Where does the world end, and the pig begin? Orange craters on a violet shore, Knocking at Kafka’s windowless door. A bureaucratic smudge, a swirling mistake, In a neon-lit, artificial … Read more