Berlin

Picking dry
And crispy paint flakes
Off a large, white
Brick wall
While I stare
Out of my window
Stare at my neighbor’s balcony
Old bullet holes
Behind wild botany
On the outside
Of the penny marked
Punks are selling
Black and white fanzines
She buys one
Walks on by
To another
Black and white
The women meet
Black and white
The women kiss
Doodelei
Shy, polite
You show me yourself
Forgetting regretting
But conscientiously humble
You, you tell about your past
And with open arms
You listen to mine
Ooh dei doodelei