Thaddeus Thierisch Poems
|1.||Coffee Maniac’s Morning Delusions||1/6/2012|
|2.||Martial Arts In The Loo||1/6/2012|
|3.||Stream Of Consciousness||1/6/2012|
|5.||Monday. Mon Dieu||1/10/2012|
|7.||Hail, Death, This Who Is About To Live Salutes You!||2/17/2012|
|8.||Summer. The Second Shot||6/18/2012|
|9.||Metaphysics Of Feelings||8/20/2012|
|11.||A Sad Tale||1/16/2012|
|12.||A Woman Of Thousand Faces||1/7/2012|
Comments about Thaddeus Thierisch
If you were a shore rinsed by murmurous waves,
Mottled with mosaics of sharp stones and seaweed,
Meandering as the curly hair strand shone through by the Sun,
I would not hesitate to jump off on you,
As the whale condemned to death.
Only humans would not be clear
Of such suicidal reasons,
But do not you
And not me.
Will you call me though?