-on the daily struggle with an ideal environment

     Summer

Woollen sweaters
in double panes, reflecting...
the blazing heat.

     Spring

Stale air
meets cigarette fumes:
the smile of a crack.

      Winter

Cotton shirts,
dripping sweat, chills...
a howling blizzard.

     Autumn

Burning leaves,
sharp smoke curling in:
a sprinkler's delight.

     Airco

Steady air
with ever-changing moods
in this one bottle...

Static climate
gets blown to raw shreds
- nature interferes.

-on an old guy's christmas dinner and his small guests

I like a swift horse on the table.
On our plates we have oats and wheat,
but it's on stories of the races
that we actually feed.

Let me offer him a brimful thimble
to sprinkle his wins with an immortal wine.
Let me gently take his head between *******,
pat his back a bit, a silver racing horse so fine.

Don't think I'm lonely, I'm no bore.
Last week I had the oxen and the ***,
exchanged ***** gossip on our saviour.

For new year's eve I'll invite a whale.
Serenely we will sing a sub-sea song:
"In bright blue bubbles, let's drown the year's old tail!"

-on a leader's departure

He who has no heart, may fill the hole
with quick success and loud dreams;
but greatness and eternal joy
may be reserved for brotherhood.

     Step down, step back now.

When you emerged,
a triumph over longtime racial neglect,
you confirmed:
we all are, we all can be brothers.

     It's simply our choice.

Each one of us deserves respect,
each one deserves care,
just for the plain fact of being alive.
No plight, no suffering, no fear apply,
no merit whatsoever needs to be added.

As darkness closes in on us,
your fraternal reign stands out even more.
No, it cannot end this way;
move on, travel this world, but don't forget us;
encourage us, anyhow, anytime, with your brotherly advice.

     Say "Hope", say "Hope again!"

-on a decent starting point, or the act of breathing

I'm not fit
to live the life,
to shrug the burden
off my shoulders.

Weep, weep...
woosh - woosh - woosh,
dang-dang, dang-dang:
bye bye, bye...

There goes your train...
Let it go, let it go!

Let the air breathe your lungs,
let the wind bleed your ears.

Then ask
what you really -
what you really want:
what you - or I - really need.