i woke up and read keats

i woke up and read keats

i woke up and read keats,
but all i heard, hung over
and sentimental as hell,
was 99 luftballons

(and i watched
a hidden archer
pop them,
one
by
one)

i loved you,
with my cup of coffee,
and the wretched
poison,
of alcohol,
of life,

far
from
berlin

or stuttgart,

or wherever
it was they
blew them up,

only to let them

go.

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