Berlin - Hanne Hukkelberg

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