(selections from) 100 Haiku about Bonn

 

 

 

 

the smell of hot tea
and behind the green curtains
brown & yellow leaves

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Hello, Nutella
I’ve looked for you for so long
and now I’ve found you

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cerebus statue
barking at me silently
on 9/11

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the Villenviertel
the East Egg of Godesberg
flooded with sunlight

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Linie 16
carries me asleep into
Wesseling daybreak

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Schoener Hofgarten
die gruene, grosse Wiese
Frisbee, anyone?

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Red regional trains
connect the dots cross-country
to Oktoberfest

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Cafe Goettlich sign
a warm magenta welcome
in the autumn rain

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at the Spielhalle
while men smoke and place wagers
I type an e-mail

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one thirsty midnight
I took an epic bike ride
to the Tankstelle

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after the movie
I gave Susi a ride home
in a shopping cart

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At the Hauptbahnhof
Schloss-Drinkers get together
and drink cans of Schloss

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a circular dance
jump and kick the hacky sack
up into the clouds

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Frueh, Reissdorff, Gaffel
Kuppers, Dom, Sion, Gilden
So viele Koelsche

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statues and hedges
reflecting ponds and cabbage
gardens of Schloss Bruehl

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a promising Herbst
now leaves and hopes have fallen
guess I’ll go to Prague

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scenes of childhood
reflected in sunglasses
worn by a young boy

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Poppelsdorfer Schloss
genau ein kilometer
vom Hauptgebaeude

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Bus sagt: “Naechster Halt:
Am Botanischen Garten”
Hier steigen wir aus

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lamplight from a house
stained-glass window in my mind
one November night

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Schneekugelanschlag
in the Ippendorfer moor
almost killed Felix

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People slide and fall
frozen Muensterplatz at night
Beethoven schaut an

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inside the globe lamp
the coolest spot in my room
I’ll never visit

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die Spanierennen
tanzen den ganzen Abend
ich spiele Kicker

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We drank a whole Kranz
before our train left Kologne
wreath of little beers

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Mangelexemplar
a great name for a punk group
fucked-up example

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the green light above
Dottendorfer Jugendkreuz
we thought it was France

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my African friends
smoked me out of house and home
but I still love them

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der Mann fragte mich
ob ich etwas Kleingeld hab
leider hab ich nix

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A city of screens
the coolest kids see movies
at Kinopolis

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Sovjietlokal
the cigarette smoke travels
so high from such depths

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Egal was es ist:
Fahrplaene, Landeskunde
Chris Cho weisst alles

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rats chase each other
through the Christmas Village scene
im Kaufhoffenster

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would you like to hear
eine kleine Pfeifmusik?
so ein geiles Lied

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Silvester am Rhein
drunken rockets of midnight
World War II again

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with another day
comes another disaster
pass the Chipsletten

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time to ride the rails
let the Deutsche bahn shake you
out of this numbness

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Hextentanz Abend
the over-forty parties
on the Godesburg

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huge and unfinished
the Deutsche Post Gebaeude
houses my lost mail

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a traveler notes
the letters that spell “Let’s Go”
Also spell “Get Lost”

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with the price increase
the schoenes wochenende
ist nicht mehr so schoen

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Graf Zeppelin Bar
my hopes for romance have crashed
into the beermat

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the dark gazebo
along a midnight bike path
sehnsucht of shadows

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baby statue moons
the other side of the Rhein
wo die Sonne scheint

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face smeared with flowers
he holds up a broken string
and points it at me

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I’m a good Dryad
I have trees to tend to and
trees to tend to me

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trees stand tall along
Poppelsdorfer Promenade
Mittsommernachtstraum

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electric summer
Gitarre und Gewitter
Death Have No Mercy

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Rheinisch Apollo
rests his elbows on the banks
he’s in no hurry

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Spinat mit Feta
oder Pizza Salami
Cala-Dor Fete

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vorsichtig bleiben
Tueren schliessen selbstaetig
and don’t reopen

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in den Weinbergen
wo mein Fahrrad versteckt ist
spielen die Zwerge

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just about to sleep
when the SMS arrives:
“explodieren wir?”

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Rheinauereise
I’ve been walking through this park
all night and all day

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He lets his hair down
and dances like a dervish
er ist Der Bobby

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end of the party
a guitar watches over
the sleeping lady

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echoes of a laugh
as we head out of this town
down the primrose path

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