Augusta Laar & Birgit Kempker

Summers End

starting with summer

how should you mourn its passing?

the loss of daylight

a crack-of-dawn walk along

what you’ve done and what you’ve missed

starting with your face

how should you mourn its fading?

a girl is ageing

maybe she’s a hag by now

kinky and extravagant

Augusta Laar

summary the end

remember all and put

it in a bag and fre

not nice but helps

destroy the enemies

in your bed insects

parasites and humans

biting you in the private

parts and leg down you

grab with your hands the

old old mattress and rip

it apart stuf it in black bag back

to fre in the waste incineration

plant messed up incarnation

plan not completed language

shows back to your face

in the mirror you cry

what is left of

the girl once which also

felt ugly but now it is

decay you had no time

to moan and do it

now because there is

still something staying

in beauty and with you

even yourself some parts

are untouched by evil

it will not be for ever

oh Eva take this flthy joke

do a better one

do a poem and write

just moan and do it

just burn that shit

just come

back to

music

Birgit Kempker

Sum & Something

feat. Ella Fitzgerald

where do we go from here?

which ferry can we take?

heading for a dark place

ain’t nothin’ but the blues

everything will be fine

sum

what you owe

what you get

what you spend

what you give

what you take

what you merge

what you avoid

lurching between islands

on each pier a festive group

bridal whites & glossy suits

ain’t nothin’ but the blues:||

everything will be fine

something

to go down

to gain

to bury

to blow in the air

to count

to sleep on

to hide

to throw away

a wedding or a funeral

where do we go from here?

which ferry can we take?

ain’t nothin’ but the blues:||

everything will be fine

Augusta Laar 

Nothing must be fine

you marry you stay alone

you take the train or car

you have children or dolls

you live in a house or a

caravan in foreign country

you prefer the ocean

you love mountains and

the night you love sun and

daylight you stay away from

danger you must be in danger

you stay awake all night

you enjoy endless dreams

you eat and drink too much

you fart or you dance you undress

often in public you behave smart

or dull you believe in God in

gold you believe in money or

endless honey over your body

in smelling lost low pubs your body

in bang bang or romantic situation

you feel home or lost or even

not lost enough because you

live in your own not foreign country

you like boys or girls or to cut

yourself or prefer suicide not and then

relax: nothing must be fne

you fight with your shadow

you fight with the hole in your

body and soul emptiness you fight

with your ancestors and your baby

you do not like yourself at all

there is no such thing as

this way or that one that

ferry that bridge this ship

left right or above there is no

companion path no intuition nor

right or wrong or even suitable

Bauchgefühl the german compass

remember: nothing must be fine

forget Kafka there are a lot of

personal closed doors you can not enter

not open too even the entering of the

perfect door is not the beginning

of a perfect day relax and follow

what follows you and do not believe

on order but you never should not

love numbers all of them false

language must be loved immediately

by all of you because you are all

the stuf the belief the friends is you

Birgit Kempker

Summer is Ex

she cries

she sighs with bright eyes

all over paradise only

in her exboyfriend jeans – im schlussverkauf

she sat in the tube and cried

with her exboyfriend jeans

lurching over the top

stop here stop now

ooooops

what?

does she?

she twines her whole lovestory

into a wreath – foral oral – she’s living with fowers now

witnessing the eruption of a real condition

windshield wipers striking back

what?

does she?

she’s also been a sniper

her interior is all exterior

she exercises the pleasure of refusal

she’ll not shame it – ooooops

Augusta Laar