tirapiedras : Writing

That working-class girl

That working-class girl

A Poem by tirapiedras


That working-class girl From the East— Where has she gone?
BTW, I am the anachronistic caveman.

BTW, I am the anachronistic caveman.

A Poem by tirapiedras


The genteel dinosaur
Last Supper

Last Supper

A Poem by tirapiedras


Come here for your Martinsgans. Grab your lantern and try to find another honest man.Come here for your golden calf kebab. Forget all your promises as..
The Tower of Strife

The Tower of Strife

A Poem by tirapiedras


So we climbed the tower of strife through a spiral staircase,going through the motions of wounded egos.You did not like what I said;this I had expecte..
Spaltung

Spaltung

A Poem by tirapiedras


Dearest angel without blemish,I have decided not to pursue our relationship.I cannot bear living through Your hair-splitting, Your atom-splitting, You..
On a bus to Zwickau

On a bus to Zwickau

A Poem by tirapiedras


Such a hot summer dayA few days before mid-AugustMy whim Sitting on a bus Sitting duck Sunstroke by VogtlandI should be tranquil, On the peak of Zen ..
On a bus to Ronneburg

On a bus to Ronneburg

A Poem by tirapiedras


With you, in my mind
Zen and the Art of Virtuous Debauchery

Zen and the Art of Virtuous Debauchery

A Story by tirapiedras


I don’t drink beer. I don’t drink beer. No, I don’t, thank you.No, I don’t need G_d to listen to my prayers. G_d would have al..
The Mask

The Mask

A Story by tirapiedras


Thank you, I do not need a cup of coffee. Ich habe keinen Bedarf an einem Mutmacher. This is more than enough for me. Thank you. I ought to calm down,..
Revision

Revision

A Story by tirapiedras


It is not for lack of trying. It is not for any lack of thought about it. It is not for lack of introspection, reflection, and sometimes of insight, r..

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