Berlin Alexanderplatz
a name to savour
like Currywurst or Sauerkraut
tangy in the mouth, salty
dark and sweet, you think of blackness
silk strong dark beer
*
it's blue-black on the Alex
you stop
dead drink in the sounds
the texture the shape the hard
squareness, the orange tiled
luminosity
of a word a name
pulsing
silver blue red
every colour
wrapped in grey wool you are a fragment
fluttering a curled
wisp of burning bright paper
slender and tiny
laughing grasping the kaleidoscope
this is where:
you lie down and the television tower
rears above you
blinking
east west east
blinking
blue like the sky
*
you are alone on the Alex
the S-Bahn is a smudge of white light
the Berlinohaus and Alexanderhaus fold back
like wings you climb on
to the fountain
and fly
