Rolf Dieter Brinkmann - Writing Poems lyrics

O, the everyday things the everyday things the mailman early mornings stuffs bills and flyers letters and postcards into the house- he doesn't believe in poems and still lifes in rain and snow as poetic image and wears down his soles and lugs his mail bag- he would much rather dig in the garden plant a few flowers drink a beer and lie in the shade forgetting the letters forgetting the doors and all these things and all these things.