We make love with the light turned off

below the surface
in the deep sea - so far down
that no sunlight reaches in

At this point the day is no more

.

We are poised at the earth's axis
The hours are flowing

back and forth
like the bubble in a spirit level

Dead men climb the church walls
with fingers like tentacles

In November

we dress ourself in dark-skinned coats
merged with our head

And from both mouth and nostrils
our breath pour out

as white smoke in the cold air
.

.


a black and white hole cut out from space

a mechanical pulse
a click
from the pendulum



the ticket booth opens
the waiting area that is awashed by glances
the light that has passed the aperture
into our darkest of rooms

.

the sky is filled with nothing

no clouds
no birds
no stars
no airplanes

a single leaf strolling
its midday walk
on the brodway sky
is nowhere to be seen

the surface
of the great pond ripples
in the eyes
of all those people

their tilted heads
brim-filled with thoughts

.
I stand
for hours
below
my
blue
umbrella
listening
for raindrops
spashes of water
or thundering storms
and for all I know
locusts
could just as soon
fall down
from the gloomy sky
and
bounce
in a transverse arc
on this
heavenly
dome
that I alone
chooses
to flip up
or down
with my own
arcane
powers

The unpleasant noice becomes more legible. A diode that carves
a wrong written word.

From the Neighbour table
A Country fly

a summer morning. While light figures coax between the window blind
the undercarriage is brought down. Fire! Fire!
repeatadly at the
nuclear core.

A Pornstar named Miss Sandra Deven
was shooting for Wild ******* 7
a dangerous stunt
that injured her ****
She now starts in ***** from Heaven

A ***** Salesman from Marre
made a fortune and here is the key
It's the way you prononce
so the bottom line sounds
"Buy three and get two pair for three"