Because I'd rather live anywhere
Except with you.

i await invitation
to unwrap these wounds
so carefully chosen
permission to remove

and my mind screams itself
to a foolish mouth
finding every door closed
and to watch them all fall

the vice itself holds no victory
it offers no souvenirs
watching clocks that never move
the hours have no sympathy

you'll watch the willow branch
it mocks you as you are

until we find no more
old uses for new faces
we'll cast this die between us

clock in
clock out
beat off

get drunk
get high
quick

my jacket
with a bag
in the pocket

where is it
i love
drinking money

clock in
clock out
get out of it

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Du warst meine kleine Aufklaerung
Obwohl ich noch lange nicht erwacht bleibe
Ohne dich fuehle ich die Waende
Und dreh mich den Kopf im Kreis
Bevor dich war der Horizont leer
Jetzt *******er unfassbar, so wie die Erinnerung an dir
Und alles ist ok so, weil man sehnt immer nach
Unmoegliches
Unmoegliches bist du
Ich werde immer besessen davon
Besessen von dir


[You were my small Enlightenment
Although I long since remain unawakened
Without you I feel the walls
And turn my head in a circle
Before you was the horizon empty
Now it appears intangible, like the memory of you
And everything is ok this way, because one always longs for the impossible
You are the impossible
With which I will always be obsessed
Obsessed with you]

a man walks into a bar
he thinks he has found his place
and by the steady row of hands
he keeps drinking up his past

a man walks around the bar
they say "explore", but won't let him out
the only view he gets is walls
the only beer he drinks is ours

a man crawls down round the bar
a man jumps high through the chairs
a man sips a tasty wine
a man drains the ugly pint

a man walks into a bar
says "guys, there's great life outside"
so our man there breaks the glass
and he promptly says good-bye.