i

writing a new day
some holy record
a begining-

picasso said-painting,
is just another way
of keeping a diary..

(what an unusual life
he must have lead-)
lily says:

the eyes have it..
in his glance
there is the unique..

ii

you could say
the same about charlie manson
-but that is madness

which beggers the question
where does genius end
and madness begin?

fancy dinner with them
i would n´t mind
never be the same..

iii

like a sardine in
some night mare
you are human

glancing ´tween
uncomprehending
and epiphany

there is a shrieking
and a silence
and that´s the same-

the devil and a saint
regard themselves
what do they see

in each others eyes-
poison and a cup of tea
for starters-

women and women
like them
freedom..

what has not been done
in thy name-
seven little letters..


a first reaction
that resonates through out
time-

are you insane?
let us not define
wine?

iv

one is a product
of it-wine and time
some crucial refrain

(perhaps a chemical
in the brain)
i was loved

i was hated
i was a child prodigal
my mother gave me

to pedophiles for a
bottle of *****
i was wunderkind

i had sight
i thought i did
i went to prison

i went to school..
i had the world
i had the street..

v

ambitious stuff,
she comments skeptically,
you are a small fish

dreaming you´re human on
a dinner date with two of
the most famous or infamous

names of the 20th century..
i think i overstretched..
just click your flippers

and ask for the cheque
wake up in the shoal
circle,baby,circle..