new project

This is a collage for a painting with the theme of my poem

Vademecum - a survival kit

 I would hold my eyes between my teeth

 like a killer his knife

 while he is tying up his victim.

 In this way I can walk

 almost safe

 among the fittest;

 and no one would know

I am but a Schöne Seele,

 and no one would tell me:

watch out.

Who would bother with a cubist

harlequin?