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married people over thirty?
we have not. No. Never.

The Long March in Hanover, the "broken" listened, raised his fists, dreamed of Jane's Daytime. Hewn
plan. Mitgehauen. Runaways.
power Destroy what destroys you.
packed sleeping bags, curling shot - off to Kathmandu, after Afganisthan or Torremolinos.
We have a laugh left, the elderly with their turtelnden females.
Have us do not even looks the other way.
Come sleep with me.
time she wore nylon shirts and pink bow in her women permed hair danced to James Last and drank strawberry punch.
Bauhaus Song
We felt free to us, ran barefoot over broken glass without asphalt laughed, silver light of the many years, waiting for us and made colorful dreams revolve.

And time passed.

flowers behind hunters maintain fences and paint their houses yellow.
wearing checkered and jeans, sneakers and clogs.
Armani evening and the little black dress. Instead
Daniels's bags or Dimple. Gin is socially acceptable.
a whistle now and then: English Grobschnitt with wild cherry flavor.
They had studied and eventually brought it to something.
teach your children seek to ban thought and protest.
the last fight we win.

Yes. And time goes by.

cremefarbenm invitation on parchment: class reunions.
graduating class 1968th
in the finest hotel. Decorated room.
land in sight.
What joy. Finally. The soul mate.

There they sit, the old, took up the heritage of their fathers.
with cute females, partly permed, sometimes blonde streaked - pink with fashionable glasses.
uniform look.
No, they do not feel like fifty-five.
The dream is over.

And I?


Was probably in the wrong movie.
driving home.
will never plant geraniums.

When the night hits its lowest point is the day to others.


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The coagulated time



white ...
all white -
blurred.
cold?
No ...
white. Unfeeling white.
darkness ...

white ...
A snowstorm -
buried.
A snowstorm?
No cold.
No cold - no snow storm ...
darkness ...


A square white ... bright sunshine -
shimmering white directly from heaven.
white ... so damn white.
darkness ...

White - Grey -
shadows ... the light is moving.
Light - Dark - Light - Dark ...
No hands. No feet. No body ... hiss
darkness ...

- beep - Rap ...
hear I can ... I am.
I?
darkness ...

white ...
heartbeat?
I have no body. I have no heart ...
... I think I am.
I?
shadow ... Sounds ...
pain?
No pain. No feeling.
feeling? - A word.
I think a word. I am.
Who am I? Where am I?
My body ...?
darkness ... ...

white milky, creamy white.
The sun shines again, motionless flies fixating on their square planet.
My eyes are rolling away, unstable, uncontrollable ...
I can see.
The throbbing, hissing and beeping is still there.
Always?
At any time?
at any time.
time - What is time?
White - Dark - White - Dark ... Is the time?
darkness ...

yellow ... bright, blinding yellow
... My eyes remain rigid, fixed yellow of this non-objective.
quiet voices ... voices ... many voices ...
beeping - hiss - Rap ...
darkness ...

shadows ... light ... darkness ... voices ... noise ...
light.
No hands, no legs, no body ...
See, hear, think ... ... ...
Where am I? Who am I? Where's my body?
No feeling ...
Flash light.
voices ... words ...
beep. Loud knocking. Dangerous hiss.
risk!
I'm afraid ...

"We'll need a different store. His pulse is racing. "
" Wait. I'll get the doctor. The blood pressure drops. Shit. And in the evening. "
" Leave it. The notes ere nothing more. "
" Why? "
" get the last three weeks of every other day an EEG. Minimal brain waves. Because nothing will change. He's back. "
"Why is he still here?"
"In the basement is not free."
"Yes!"
"Nope. Have one shut down yesterday. They are really crowded. There goes nothing. Hardly get the door! "
" Not true. The whore is dead now died tomorrow. The nurse has just brought them into cold storage. "
" Oh? I have not noticed. Really? The dead? But was actually quite stable. "
" infection of the gastric tube. Those below have sloppy. Well disinfected properly. Or whatever. Now she is gone. "
" Shit happens. That was really good shape. Pretty fitt, down to the smashed head. From it we could have taken many organs. "
" Help out! We turn it around "
" At three. One! Two ...! Three! "
" shit. How can one be bold Sun I can hardly lift it! "
" Nothing comes from nothing. He now has it. "
" Nope. Really mean? "
" Sure. Stroke by over-enrichment. "
" I sprayed him tentatively Valium. Ten milligrams. Damage can not. Maybe he'll get on again. "
" Do Hinne! I will go smoke finally "

darkness ...
beeping -. Hiss - Rap ...
White - White Rectangular ...
No sun - a lamp. A lamp with flying bodies, trapped under glass milky skin.
One room. A white room. A window. A black window. Outside, darkness ...

outside? Inside?
Where am I?
I hear voices.
come closer.
Even closer ... My eyes
obey me again. I can impose on them my will.
A door opens. A white door in a white frame in a white room.
Two blue-clad men. Women.
you enter. Color. Finally, a different color.
you talk. One of the two scratches his head. Your care plugged back blond braids still. She laughs loudly. Her plump figure almost beyond the buttons of her gown. The sign on the breast pocket of hops.
black pattern on the plate. I can not read. But I now see everything clearly. I can hear. I think ...
Will they help me?
? "Let's go to him again EEG"
The other sister, small, delicate, with a lean mouse-gray face shakes his head:
"No, too expensive. Why should they? Comes anyway in the basement. I'll get after the voucher. And then with him. "
The two go to the window and look out. My eyes can follow them. I have to concentrate. Incredibly focused. No sense in me. Where's my damn body? But I can control my eyes ...
Let it be dark again. Dear God! Make it so that it remains bright.
I'm afraid. Terrible fear. I'm trapped.
I can not remember. Of nothing more ...
I'm tired. So tired.


darkness ... light. Yellow light. Glistening. Does not apply. My eyes fill with it, it will pass in my head, in my brain. All
yellow, bright yellow ... Nothing else.
votes - Bright voices - a deep voice.
you talk about me. They will help me. I can think and see and hear. I live. But who I am?
sister Daniela? Why should the down? His pupils show reactions. He will again. We get by. We should move to the rehab. As fast as possible. "
The yellow is gone. Only shadows ... not really dark. Blurry, moving shadows. They form to be human. I have to concentrate. I will not go back into the darkness.
A tall man dressed in white going on my bed up and down. My eyes follow him with difficulty. He inserted a small metal pin with a bright top in his breast pocket.
A lamp. Aha! That was the yellow light in my brain.
Now, the man displayed. A doctor. I am in a hospital. But why? What happened?
He is now next to the two blue-clad women. Now a white bekittelter very small man with balding into the room.
I still have hair? How do I look? - I do not know. I do not remember ...
The fat man nodded silently greeted the others and comes up to me. He looks at the red, yellow, green flashing cameras next to me. Such beautiful colors. Why do I see it now? The world is colorful. So colorful!

beeping - hiss - Rap ...
beeping - hiss ...
silence.
I can hear properly again.

"Bring him down. I got the approval, "says the small thickness.
"No! Do not switch off! He moved his eyes. The pupils contract into the light. He responded, "the mousy sister shakes her head vigorously.
"We treat him out. Basta. Is too expensive. I watch you on the meatball. We get back no more. All calcified. Fatty heart broken kidney, liver in the ass ... He is in the basement. Daniel, Anne, take the body lift. There are visiting hours. Since I do not let rumkarren the public. "
The other doctor is approaching once again my bed. Written on the ceiling. Pressed somewhere in the middle of my body. Several times. I feel nothing. I have no body ...
"Man, is perhaps the thickness. So what I have not seen yet. No wonder ", the great doctor to me looks slim as he speaks directly into the eyes.
deep Ganz. Facial clean. Straight. Almost mesmerizing.
He has green eyes, is with small brown dots. Then he disappears from view.

The doctors leave the room. According slams the door behind them. I will call. Afterwards scream. They reside.
I have no voice. No language. I can not talk ...
"plug it off, Anne. Caution! Pay attention to his skin dripping on access. Disinfect the access again. It is connected in the basement again. "
" Deer? Why is that? "
The small dark-haired sister looks at me, then to her colleague. "If the example used to? I touch it not. What can one use of the fat guy still "
The other, which I know now that it is Daniela, giggles:
?" Of course. The eyes ...! The eyes may need more. In the adit on the Merseburger Fourteen of the laser did not work properly. Your retina becomes detached again. The surgery must be repeated urgently, and they have a donor. Because like it just fine with him. It just needs to hold out a few days. Man, will rejoice the Merseburg "
" I sprayed him again Valium. Then he will be fine limp, I can better attract the tubes. "

I'm awake again ...
I see - I feel - I am dumb ... brighten
milky yellow round dome lights sparingly the huge room.
on the walls reflect light flashing in stacked devices. Red, green, yellow. dance on monitors white waves, spikes and points. Virtual storm surges. Multiple hissing, throbbing, pounding and polyphonic beeping met the vault. Like a canon. Each sound exactly knows his role. None of the devices gets out of rhythm or tempo changes. Highly rhythmic. Next to each of these machines is
a bed. People lie in it. Hard to see only schemes. Illuminated by matt dimmed light.
Where am I?
A blue or gray-clad figure sneaks silently between the machines back and forth. Turns a wheel in here, pushing a button, flips a switch. Soft clack. Metallic click.
The door opens. Brilliant light illuminated the cruel motionless, shrouded bodies.
a backlit black appearing figure approaching my bed. Beckons people into the coat. Then they both stand on my foot. The just come in, now illuminated by ceiling lamps man gets a stroke, a face. It is the tall doctor yesterday.
yesterday ...?
I do not know - it was yesterday?

He points at me, are the gray coat a piece of paper. Then he goes to a cupboard and pulls a syringe. He is the keeper.
"He's now turn. Prepare it in front of him and drive the same. At eleven the retinal surgery is on the Fourteen. Do not forget to put ice packs on his eyes. "

" No! My God, no! Help me! Give me a voice!
Let me scream ... "

© Elke Kemna

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The World Wide Web, or why I learned to love forums!

The evil children

forums an important part of virtual life on the Internet have become. What would we be without the time-consuming morning journeys through various forums in which we registered welcomed or re-adopted!

offer us protection and sorry predicament in front of unfinished work. They prevent thank God that we are the creative void in our brain are aware, if paralyzing us one of these infamous writer's block. Rather, we do not even notice the vacuum. Any "important" thread of a forum, to which we respond and we are following the course of the day determined to protect us against determined.

And anyway! Forums are essential for mental and physical health of a significant number of people. My God! earlier, before the days of the almost infinite, but thanks to Google and other search engines have become penetrable Internet, it was bad for some of us. All the sick, aggressive, frustrated people had to look real victims who could beat her, kicking, and malicious injury torment to end their own self (un) to confirm esteem.
medical records and patient records can tell long stories of serious injuries. Bad stories! Well, the medical secrecy protects us from taking note of such ballads.

For example, typing Today, we call him Mr. X, if it's anger with Mr Y from the apartment above it, rising to head in the said A term to search engines, such as "Author's Forum" Already he will find he now has an excellent choice of purely lyrical or mixed Forums woe of platform that can not be competent guards before their doors care;... Watchdogs, that determined by other forums migrate to expose members such as Mr X, then close the IP-doors of your own forum set:
Mr X would sneak in such a way as he has already crept into many forums, and then his merciless work. A nice idea to start
his hand, a few meaningless friendly posts and Mr. X, now accepted and respected by all, can begin his ruchvolles doing. Miss D, that the poems unrhythmic - Mr. T with his stories without tension and logical structure - yes, he will make himself. Hach! Which he will now sink into the ground can, which he will show how verse, sentence structure and plot failed. These stupid stupid, is occupied by pundits, who believe to be good! Now it is time to give them properly his opinion and his experience at best!
Within a few hours of his work is completed. Quickly leaving behind a few insults, he goes on a virtual trip to a newly established forum prose; with a sleeping among many guards. For Mr. B, he hears again just way too loud music! And in which one can not complain - is stronger and usually in the morning already drunk.

Another important rationale have forums ansich: The to all clapping, formerly anonymous letters, constitutions, are always of the opinion of the majority of subsequent members - we simply call it a "fellow traveler", now have the opportunity, without prejudice to feed to the abuse of other ! They sit before their screens lurking and looking forward, panting silently, the pain of vilified. Another sip of wine ... the next post ... Hurrah! Their flags flutter gaily in the wind no matter from which direction it blows. She eagerly hammering the keys and fraternize with derision.

And then there are the others. Who sought honest, innocent, gullible, Conciliation and truth always thoughtful members. Restless, hard-working and design - always believing in the goodness of the forums that become friendly with the guards and pact: If they fulfill their task, they move on to other forums. Homeless wanderer on the net.
moment ... I have to cancel these considerations! The evil, evil children in front of our house to shoot their ball again incessantly on the garage wall. And her dad, playing with our caretaker!

I'm going fast times at the newly founded Poetry Forum . Sign And that has no guards!

© Elke Kemna