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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! The sky is a fracture of blue glass, Watching the porcelain ego eventually pass. Das Gitter des Grunzens (DE) Das… read more – weiterlesen Schwein mit Doppelkinn im Gebüsch / Pig with a Double Chin in the Bushes

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 glass, Watching the ghosts of the century pass. He sees the end, he sees the start, A bureaucratic engine within… read more – weiterlesen Der Passagier sehenden Auges (The Passenger with Seeing Eyes)

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 signal is strong, the spirit is thin, Where does the app end, and the void begin? DE: Ein Daumen auf… read more – weiterlesen Bunter Bann des Smarten, schon längst kein Phone mehr (Colorful Spell of the Smart, No Longer Just a Phone)

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 and circles of despair, A thousand eyes that offer only a stare. Stop counting ghosts in this electric pen, The… read more – weiterlesen Die porcine Unendlichkeit (The Porcine Infinity)

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 lake. The diary bleeds its liquid truth, The feverish ghost of a misspent youth. DE: Rosa Orbiten im klebrigen Kuss,… read more – weiterlesen Die Viskosität des Seins (The Viscosity of Being)

EN: A tangled web of neon blue, The iron cage that we pass through. Green streaks across a bleeding heart, Where every ending finds its start. The pig is gone, the lines remain, A geometric map of pain. No exit here, no door, no key, Just vibrant, striped captivity. Kafka’s ink on a technicolor dream, Where silence is the loudest scream. DE: Ein Wirrwarr blau aus Neonlicht, Das Gitter, das die Hoffnung bricht. Grüne Streifen… read more – weiterlesen Lebenslinien (Lifelines)

Gedicht / Poem EN: Petals of plastic, wilting in neon, A detergent god, dead for an eon. The 80s are bleeding in turquoise and tan, The end of the flower, the end of the man. A snout emerges from the soapy foam, Looking for sense, but finding no home. Geometric ghosts in a violet haze, Lost in the mall’s inescapable maze. The sticker is peeling, the surface is cold, A story of bubbles that never… read more – weiterlesen Der Untergang der Prilblumen Ende der 80er (The Downfall of the Pril-Flowers at the End of the 80s)

Gedicht / Poem EN: The mountain is a pig, the pig is a hill, In the orange heat, the world stands still. Purple strokes like a fevered lash, Turning the solid to ethereal ash. No apple on a plate, but a snout in the sky, Where the colors of Mont Sainte-Victoire go to die. A bureaucratic blur, a smudge of the soul, Trying to make the fragmented whole. The ink is a ghost, the canvas… read more – weiterlesen Gruß an Cézanne (Greetings to Cézanne)

EN: A snout leans left, a jagged hook, From the blue void where no one shall look. Orange heat meets the violet stare, A bureaucratic beast in its lonely lair. Lines bleed out like a broken law, Clutching the air with a velvet claw. It’s the trial of the morning, the judgment of tea, In a world where the pig is more human than me. Tick-tock goes the clock in the ink-stained room, Painting the… read more – weiterlesen Profilneurose im Azur (Profile Neurosis in Azure)

Gedicht: EN: Pink squares, a snout’s dark void, A shattered gaze, by life annoyed. The pig-face grins, a cubist lie, While silent screams from asphalt fly. A world of angles, sharp and red, Where reason’s ghost is long since dead. The diary entries, stained with ink, Reflect a thought we dare not think. In purple depths, a shadowed fear, Is it tomorrow, or just here? DE: Rosa Quadrate, Schnauzen-Leere, Ein Blick zerbrochen, lebensschwere. Das Schweinsgesicht,… read more – weiterlesen Eintrag ins Schweinetagebuch vom 28.01.2026 (Entry in the Pig Diary from 28.01.2026)Titel: