Oh, so: pain or heaven?
Rain or baptism?
Cement mixer or Eden?

Dwarves burn
In the storm of life
Mouths glow red

None from here
None of you
One of us

Ghosts became heroes
In the ash-rain of misery
Risen for us

On ancient, cursed ground
Where the same ones always sit
Drinking tea of cold comfort

The pull equals the cold
To clarify, I fall silent
My silence is ice-blue
I renounce the light

This coat is made of lead
The weight of millennia
Patina and dignity
The dark woman spoke without words

In the sun of the red avenue
Her teeth cast glaring light
Onto the dusk
A moment gone is now

The choirs sing in the fog
Where an angry child screams
It throws trash endlessly
In the face of sorrowful angels

Because the beasts have come
Mute curses beneath face masks
In great heat
On days of drought

I will not forget you
You wrote through me
We are and remain twins
In the forest of cold

I love you
Give me your light
The future is a station
At the end of many stations

Redemption and Truth and Dirt
Haze in the pyramid room
A writer once lived here
Long ago

Many years past
To write down prayers
Prayers for the future
On empty pages

Lies wandered through the room
Silent and domineering
In a room of a thousand rooms
Doorless secrets

The writer belonged there
Before she died
In ice-cold winter walls
Staring through fogged-up panes

So words could arise from nothing
At the table of white sheets
Where the dead sat
Mouths agape, speaking silently

Only the best!
Messages from Istanbul
Prayers in the water
On the shore of pyramids

But it was only a dream
Redemption
Truth
Dirt

Beyond the crossroads
Where sisters shape their songs
By the forsaken house
Where children wait beneath the beds

The age of palaces is gone
All was broken
That something new may rise
Where mothers seek their songs

Stories fell into silence
Through nights that would not hear
When fathers broke the hearts
In madness

Some were taken
Others stayed behind
To walk the empty tracks
And seek the songs once sung

While trains rest in the dark
Where the dead juggle stars
To become songs
Songs of the crossroads

Once again
Give me that blanket
A blanket made of feelings

Once again
I was wrecked
Under car carcasses

Once again
I pushed through
Now I’m the one left behind

Stars took my place
Nesting in oil slicks
Mad words screamed from the smog

Sick ones lurking everywhere
Some drove Lamborghinis
A hell in shimmering colors

Once again
I melt inside daydreams
Dripping sweat

Nothing against the heatwave winter
Alpha Motel Overdose
Four words

For the first time
Please let me live
For the last time:
Let me live, please

Despair killed on sight
The pride of the ice-heart
For the last time
The ice-heart melted

He Counted Past Life
Devoured colorful bills
Day in, day out
Wounded

Never present
All-consuming
Ruler
Far away

He drifted on floes
Enchanted
One-eighty
A pulse of mosquito skin

Something tore itself apart
In years built on lies
On glossy little pictures
Silence in the midst of screams

Something disappeared
He who counts turned to dust
Where trains ran without aim
Gone

Angels stepped into his place
To be seen and felt
As mortals
Counting

They counted past life
Hid colorful bills
Day in, day out in the angel’s belly
Dazed

Code in pyramids
From dead skin
For the sake of security

Forever secrets
I know the rooms
At the end of the avenue

Constantly resurfacing
A sea of benches
Reflected in loud echoes

The violinist passed by
In the breath of a panda
Painted with blue makeup

Thus ends a morning
So that red nights may follow
Full of monkeys!

I do not belong here
Am not one of you
Addicted to attention

The mirrors are ready
In an army of pregnant women
Who shatter the mirror glass

Thus fresh skin is born
As every day is new
Perhaps security