Five Poems

by F. Fernstenliebe


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Yeah-Yeah Radiation 

When dreaming befalls thee,
       that it is the end of the day,
and the end of the way,
       where you are having smouldering thoughts,
and you are enjoying a true vampire face lift,
and you are returning to Roxbury,
       where war is peace,
and you ask yourself whether it will be an ethiopian coffee?
and somebody urges you not to spill his gin,
and you are yelling back that <damn, you fucked up the
question>,
and that you will break him,
and that, <oh sanctuary>, you are riding down her violin-
hips,
and you are wondering <how is the sweetest grape on the
vine>,
and that she should keep the guitar on,
       just to please you,
and you are rendering the absurd,
and elevating ancient incantation,
and you are depositing your shadow to the local pawn-shop,
       just to find out that you get nothing but heaven and
milk
       as well as ruling clouds on a pale table in return,
and that you are meeting old, maybe dead friends,
and you are talking to a Tahiti bird,
       that you brought home from James Cook‘s second voyage
around the
       ​world in 1772 until 1775,
then get up and capture the wonderful yeah-yeah radiation.​


​Feedback Loops

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           e-ehh,          Tktk
 — TktkTktk      Tktk    TktkTktk
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                  (give me some feedback)
               -loops-

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After the feast
In memoriam S.D.S

21st century soul
    Choose now and open the door
Everybody’s in
    Come one, come all
The storm turns virtuousness into profligacy
    Love is a sublime thing to withhold
Taste the sweet and soft abuse of power
    Many worlds but no reality
No remorse
    Another red day
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What of the wizard
    No more jazz, motherfucker – no more entanglement
Unbearible singularity
    Gravity of wrath
Hear the primal scream
    It’s mine - my own
Humble wetbacks and scumbacks
    Do not leave me alone – do not leave me be
Can’t picture, what will be
    Nevermind – nevermore

I will go with who stands with me
    It is I you shall see
For the better, for the worst
    Is it secret, is it save
Children of the night
    Retire now to your false religion
Go back to the void
    Endless green lies
Where is justice
    Where is punishment
Warrior‘s heart
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Unrepentant chasm - rift
    Pilgrim terrorists
Gentle midday horrors
    Contradictiv transsexuality
Cut out your puking heart
    Get back to dick
Heaven over palestine
    God is a poet
Prevent the coming of spring
    The Summer stands and leaps
Vast exile
    Black of blue death
Pale blond rain
    Free shipment
Quantum loops
    Damn, damned
Same same, but different
    Very good

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Distorted Epiphany

The Plunge​​​​​​​​​

A deep breath before the
plunge.
Where are your guns and knifes?
Things are now in motion, that cannot be undone.
Barren Serpent, devour your
fate.

Dada for lunch,
Naked dinner - in my soul kitchen.
Girls of the island - precious
killers.
No longs while you sleep.

Now darkness derives.
Shadows of the
moon,
crawl across the bed.
None but the king of rock may command me.
False perception - gravitate towards infinity.

Clean your doors, no filters - apostle of light.
Endless destruction - permanent
vacation.
Bear it out until the edge of doom.
Smoking time,
Second hand, second face.

To know is to know.
There is nothing for you here - only
death.
Southern Comfort Mystics,
false Shamen,
Let‘s have a drink, shall we?


F. Fernstenliebe is a Berlin-based poet, sound artist, musician and attorney at law whose work explores language, perception, and the unstable borders between the real and the surreal, often through linguistic disruption.

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​SHARE - Issue: 2.1 / October 2026