All my Howling Days are Quiet
Peter Wyss
Copyright
Copyright © 2019 Peter Wyss
Cover art by Bjørg-Elise Tuppen
Diet and Excess
I am
your diet
You are
my excess
Love Letters to the Moon
I surrender
to your
bleak beauty
your gravity
tears my
heart apart
The moonlight
is a language
written on the
thin paper of
the night
for all the words
reason will never
grasp
Moonlit mushrooms
convey significance
like silver letters
growing in the night
It was full moon in her again
and she touched him with
phosphorizing light
The moon was
in her eyes
and he couldn't
look away
I keep forgetting things
but I will never forget when
you leaned your bleak light
over me and showed me your
dark side
Nothing disappears
everything is replaced
even you
that's what the moon
told me
What made her
so beautiful
was the presence
of the moon
I thought you wouldn't come
along but you did
we went deep into
the night
through all the landscapes
of whom we once were
just to see the moonlight
shiver in the grass
and whisper silver
words
I wonder
does the moon
touch you as gently
as it touches
the morning dew
or does it stab
your heart
from behind
Lost and Found
Lost souls
long to be
found
Found souls
long to be
lost
Unsolved Puzzles
The landscapes
of longing
are puzzles
which I cannot
solve
Proverbs of a Lethargic Wanderer
The grass whispers
to my feet
the leaves sing
to my hands
lost again
in autumn
It seems
I have been walking too long
without making a single step
forward
My wishes
are tired
my feet
hurt
twilight
approaches
Somewhere
along the way
I lost myself
I wonder if
this self
is looking
for me
Wildly Blooming
Life blooms
so wildly
outside
your fence
Confessions of a Fisherman
I see the silence
of the sea in the eyes
of every fish which gazes
upon me in terror and fright
My mind wandering
over the surface of
the sea trying to find
the entrance
Blue
as a blue fish
in the blue waters
below the deep blue sky
is my mood
In the depth
of a bottle of scotch
the most curious fish
swim
Memoirs of a Fallen Social Media Star
Unliked, unfollowed
unfriended, lost in
the terrifying abyss
of non-existence
Being an influencer
reduced me to an image
of someone I never was
my eternal fame based
on videos that vanish
within a day
First I followed
myself in secret
then I blocked
myself
in the end I was
found by everybody
but me
I lived two lifes
one digital, one real
and I believed there
were two of me until
I realized I was either
digitally real or
really digitalized
I was a ghost
followed by ghosts
in a ghost world