Design by Anika Bartholomeusz

Content warning: alludes to and mentions injury, death and dying.

don’t wear life on your sleeve

like history stuck to your petticoat

your t-shirts can’t spell words like melancholy

but scream your love for paris and new york —

have you been to new york before?

last night they buried your body

down by the eastern river

sermons            crackling

empty               chackling

moaners hearing the call of ghosts —

kindertotenlieder

pavane pour une infante défunte

erlkönig

an equal music

isn’t perfect.

we need poets in gutters

and lunatics in abbeys

to make our language

intelligible.

when do you depart for paris?

departing and departure

we were departing for prague

but we never caught the train.

i fractured my hip

and prague became

orthopedic.

will we ever dream of prague again?

moths lose their way without flames.

we burn for those who were loved —

das wohltemperirte clavier.

your formless cello

leaning against your formless chair.

impeccable virtuoso.

ottava.

where the fuck is equal music?

in the attic         i stumble upon

your funeral      playlist.

hallelujah

ave maria

let it be

and

bohemian rhapsody.

music without ears.

                                                is it even possible to love you

                                                for a million years?

what do my t-shirts say?

clichés —?

dream, plan, execute

i love paris

and

i love new york

but never

                                    i love your rotten body

                                    mingling with the earth

                                    let us dream of prague again —

a formless cello

leans against a formless chair.

its melodicity is contingent

on your virtuosity.

unequal music.

let us dream of prague again.