write my name Do Take my name
knocked on the door
Violently
And together some screams
in a language they did not recognize
gnashing of teeth
The bed was unmade, and I just lay
Even his memory
He could crease the other pillow
threw a look out
and Lübeck was waking
In a gray dawn and lazy
said something stunted in my preliminary
And the screams subsided
teeth grinding stopped
imagined bone fragments
On the small worn doormat
It opened
No fragment
Only patches of mud
and boots
and faces hardened by suspicion
and guilt and fear
Three men
And I on the balcony of the palace
What gave the Kloster
and scope of the city
Lubeck knows how to be a sad city
and the Baltic margin personal purgatory
My eternal Styx
Who are you like
Depart
I meant
But I knew who they were
What did
And that would leave
I was responding to questions
as a kind of childish game
that I had won
a treasure hunt
a cops and robbers
without guards or thieves
dodgeball
a hide
ended too soon.
No word
Pronounced scratched by the teeth
I was the possessor of the words
secret and prohibited
They silence
Play
What are you feeling?
Nothing
Silence
Among the cries
The tears and lamentations of this place
The Styx seems so far
In the midst of the
They have forgotten Lucifer
Or maybe even he has preferred
Leaving
die without sleep without dreaming
What is not so much God
In this place
Kloster So close to where I took the door
we spent
At my Lubeck and his gray sky
As the faces of its people
That seems a bit 'already dead
And perhaps this is a bit' more serene
Indifferent and tired
The floor is full
of bone fragments
Patches of skin
E stains
painted red blood
The walls and sparse tends
That much even the sun
Here comes
Who needs it?
Where am I?
skeletons talking around me
my fellow comrades in arms and
and adventure
Known as "The Place
Or Hell
Or Prison
I now call it home only
Because here I open my eyes
And here I close them
Every few hours
What out there
Par day they call
I can not even remember
My legs move
His smiling face
The my hands shake a wine
fragrant white
His glasses fog
And all things fade
As long as the world loses
In different planes
And I am convinced that once I was happy
living and true
That I had blood in his veins
and meat under the skin and bones
straight
and teeth and hair
and long fingers
And I had a name
I must have had
Everyone has a name
pass from
Sculpting
on a stone
A plaque
few letters
A handful no more
But both just
What more do you want?
But what my name?
I am sure that I had
But who knows if I will remember
Hey you!
What is your name?
Silence
No that maybe now is my
Silence.
Be silent.
Take my name
Here you die
As in any other place
everywhere I'm in my prison.
