With The Noise Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

worn-out dress.
court shoes.
and you
with a bunch
of keys
without the little hole.
in the door
she searched

the drawer, and not.
and imagination
isn't helping.
she inhaled
a lot of dust
only for so,
that fall asleep
and she had a dream

the drawer, and not.
and imagination
isn't helping.
she inhaled
a lot of dust
only for that,
in order to fall asleep,
and she had a dream.

and to have a dream.
the drum
of the drummer boy.
and the platoon
of the army.
one he shot caps,
and it was adventure.
bullets not into the fence

but under the fence.
there, saint
wagged a finger.
this from her,
which she listened
to the whirrs
of loudspeakers,
too loud humming
into the ear.

the awakening
surprised her!
the bird flew out
from the cage
her favourite
blue
almost
light blue...