1. mei, 2018

Fractured Ode on the Reeperbahn

Bow down thine ear, O Lord, and hear me:

For I am poor, and needy

Walking around with my money mostly gone

Hunger and history harrowing thought

I pass the Cabaret Star

And see women make their sad solicitations

I walk away faster

Or once in a while, Chaplinesque

I linger a little, pulling my pockets inside out

Here, where unhappiness reigns

And voices cry from the necks of empty bottles

Source: Parasol (Poems 1977-2007) by Hal Shows