Uwe Kolbe Biography

Keeping the distance
and staying close together
with dangling arms.
The father the uniform,
...

for Peter Waterhouse

We pull ourselves up
and spit the muddy water
out of a young mouth
...

It was probably due to boredom that I noticed it.
We were waiting again - station Schönhauser Allee -
for a train on the northern ring, on the half that had remained of it.
...

It was the gnat, I heard it.
And it was - didn‘t the grass grow there
between two wars?
It was similar to the reason why I seriously left the city
for the first time.
...

He, I hear, leaves the house at night,
and, I see, watches the sky high above,
him, I know, someone longs to meet,
but, she says, apparently,
...