the germans are so cold and rainy here:
the buildings are s h r e d,
the churches look sad and impending,
the pavement itches and i walk it impatiently…

i've been computing the figures since then,
i've been jerking off and effacing,
crying and having short strolls to the bridge.

do not worry. i could have never died there in autumn,
nor at the beginning of january, and it makes me impatiently happy somehow…