Wo sind meine Wunderwerke Where Are My Wonderworks

BWV Anh. 210

in search of great happiness welcome to the hyper how can I help you? tiptoeing through the supermarket love, gratitude, forgotten. a gentle soughing in the aisles: where are my wonderworks? the ones that never sleep in, that fit in my jacket pocket, that wail to no end in my arms‚ that wash their hands in sleep‚ that I forget on the burner, ones that never ask for permission— let me collect the points that I love!

danger, danger red riding hood’s enchanted shards are giggling in the dust mop: slippery when wet, slippery when wet! grandmother, don’t you collect hearts at all, none? where are my wonderworks? sorry, I’m not working here bec ause I’m unknown and give you percentages this brown pear my brown flanks feel me, touch me I’ ll give you my sweetest small fruits a fresh loc ally grown flame your brown brows my brown snatch only forbidden desires c an’t ever be quenched where are my wonderworks!