I had a dream
I ran and ran
And ran and ran
I saw something
Far away like a sparkle
Flickering its light
Alone in the darkness
Telling me to come closer
My eyes opened!!!
I thought I saw you
I was wrong
Coz' I woke up next...

Chums are settling
in the back room
of the Feast House ~
post and beam
ember dreams
gray fog fingers
and draping fiords
holding patron's gaze

Dandan is nestled
in a fireside chat
(with a song from Jeremy
playing from
the high rafter)
sail east
and greet the dawn
young man,
distant shores
are converging

Old habits
die hard
for the Great Dane ~
whistling tunes
in a somber minor,
baritone sounds and
orchestra strings
rising from a
distant, muted choir

Ruby lips
and finger tips
scour the
cockeyed soiree
the safe house
is old
and rendered,
but well
worth noting

Filling jars
with pickled pears,
the specialist
weeds the
white maggot
and siphons his
favoured grog

"...shackle the outhouse
my mates!
the foreign scrum
is bolting!"

Sometimes I feel a bit lost
Sometimes I feel like trying to try to live
As if life was no more than a series of trial and error
As if the only thing I´m able to do is try to try
And then I feel hopeless
And then I feel useless
And then I feel
And then
And then
Nothing
Sometimes I feel as if I live in someone else´s dream
Sometimes I feel as if my life was made of tiny moments of passion
As if every moment of passion were followed by a moment of infinite sadness
As if the dreamer of my life was spending too much time awake
And then I feel I should not be a tiny part someone else´s dream
And then I feel I should be my own dreams
And then everything feels like as if in a dream