Hanne Hukkelberg Berlin
Picking dry
And crispy paint flakes
Off a large, white
Bracket-wall
While I stare
Out of my window
Stare at my neighbours 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….
