Casino of Vanities

Reflection of old times.
Blasé women in evening gowns,
well meaning men in tuxedos.

A turnstile does not let you outside - no, not yet!

Sepia: the fairground announcer wears a top hat,
walks along the way that has been left for a long time,
was not used since decades.

He unrolls a document and speaks with full voice.

Harmless road dust whirls up.
And shines for fractions of a second,
like starlit sky falling softly on the earth.

The following should not be ignored!

That yellowed document reveals old writings.
It enumerates advantages.
Only a fool would still want to go now.

Chances of winning - the stakes are high.

New Year's Night

The couch is blue like the night.
Pale like moon light the naked skin.
On the table a liqueur jar made from cut crystal glass.
Iridescent the light breaks into sparkling stars.

He filled it with spice and cocoa powders.
The cherry schnapps is boiling - humid steam.
His eyes stroke womanlike formed marzipan.
For the first time we drink Cappuccino from such a glass.

Tibetan Detroisment

Tibetan Détroisment

"We should let go the Tibetan Détroisment for the moment", the woman asks me good-naturedly. I like her uncomplicated way.

The air is mild. A late, unexpectedly warm summer evening. The ocean water is standing in many flat lakes – late sunlight flows out golden.

Beach. A wide triangle deeply dug into the dark soil. Damp wooden footbridges spanning abysses, grant new views, suggest new ways to the sea.

The time passes, lost in thoughts and pausing. Sunset red sky and dawn dip into orange gleaming bronze. The ocean-lakes filled with tea, mildly calmed by milk-white clouds.

The water rises steadily. Just start going, further and further into the sea. The water soon washes around every step, rises and rises... until it is fulfilled.

Tides. Await your time – continue the way.