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

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"

.
A prudent young schoolgirl called Lucy
who wanted to do something juicy
along with a dude
undressed herself ****
and stepped in a juice filled Jacuzzi

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
.

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.

I'm surrounded by discord
noise pollution
that drowns the glassy fauna

The growing gap
takes us out on the high seas

Mania in the drinking water
and the crewmen like ghouls
lashes , profanity , bell-ringing , and all the other
beasts

Then one morning
from inside the fog
I hear the enchanting cry from a far remote cliff

The song of loneliness
to which I slowly fade away

.
As the first breath after a prolonged illness
The blind fox cub vents the air from her casserole
Alert as a morning shift
with rrenewed forces . My arms , my joints -
I check each individual gears in my very rusty
body . Early morning:
I am released from the nursing home of winter
and is greeted by spring outside the gates.
Soon I might just be human again!
.

.


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

.
A stout and aged harlot, Ms Wargin
agreed to a collective bargain
with twenty five schmucks
for twenty five bucks
She coped by a very wide margin

.

This morning
like the first rays of summer

When I open my window
Lights like that from a laser sight
searching through
my dimmed out room

A brief moment of confusion
but then Afterwards

A new map
is projected
on my bedroom wall

Unexplored countries
Beaches and seas
Ready to climb

Abseiling down
the world
without either crampons
or a helmet on my awakened head

.

.

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

.

It comes at night, the repetitive pulse through the city.
Waves after a catamaran moves
below the seemingly placid surface.
A large engine has been started.
The spark of life is weakening. The light bulbs flickers.
Everything seams just a little different.
The feeling of a great uncertainty crossing our block.

The winter has shed its sails. Snow and a magical silence
is rocking out there, waiting.

.

.
My closet feels empty like before a burning ceremony
A not ironed knowledge haunts the clothesline

Somewhere among the images I've collected on a memory stick
I find this boy in his first jacket ; the future
a summer vacation away

I ( unintentionally ) am the captain of a cruise ship
The slightest movement can put us off course

I let my stomach sink in and I holds my breath

Around me everyone is speaking in a foreign language
I look straight at the camera

My thoughts turn like the pages of a book