What is home, everyone knows
from experience or lack
or both, as I do

And still
I know what I missed
when I think about it

Not often, at last
I got my home
And still

I am the saviour, the angel
I have practised to be
from childhood

I hesitate at the old Christmas card
with me as a little angel, back then
when I got a cat as a present

Stars on my white dress
gilt-edged wings
and a halo

But unable
to definitely redeem
my family, their desires

Wounded, I crashed
bipolar between heaven and earth
between love and failure

A full moon tonight,

light pink like a peach, perfect --


and inedible.

What I meant to say

carefully, in my letter,


I have omitted.

Beware, your body

is a prey for the devil --


He makes you hungry.

Far away - the world,

high - the walls around the yard --


pale - the morning light.

It is all pastel,

the light, the music and I --


this very spring day.

She sweeps up the shards

and she doesn't recognise them:


the shards of a man.

The ground beneath her

feet has taken her, the earth --


whose praises I sang.

The birds fly with me

in the same direction, if --


I look short enough.

Shoulders to shoulders,

the flower bursts open, spurts --


away in snap-weeds.

After making love

I do feel just enough cold --


to feel that I'm strong.

Don't be sad, let go

of separation rush, dive --


into a wide life.

Eyes pass me with a greeting
eyes hang still in the streets
and shopping lanes, eyes fly

around the earth
eyes are watching
around important bodies

alert eyes
that protect, willing
to restrict others

I defend myself
and ward them off
with the hand on my heart

an eye for an eye
beware, I look back
even when I'm not looking

Father is the black

next to the red smouldering --


of the cigar tip.

The Oracle knows

what I want, that's what she gives --


me as her advice.

Buzzing everywhere,

the oasis full of bees --


All flowers empty.

Your despair against

my hope, nose to nose, only --


a door in between.

What does my father

smell like inside, how much worse --


than his stinking breath?

The radio waves

spin around me a wide web --


of nothing but space.

The old threshold is

not worn out, my visitors --


step right over it.

Cooking eggs, I watch

the bubbles in the water --


to dance around in.

Life is beautiful,

that's why people are longing --


for La Merica.

High in the mountains

there is plenty of heaven --


to make you happy.

I lived happily,

comfortably in the blue --


big egg of heaven.

Looking at the tree:

can I climb that high, up there --


where the kite is stuck?

A day without wine,

two glasses of wine at most --


just three large glasses.

Talking and joking,

with you, here, at my home, but --


it's not a visit!

I really need to

go outside and get some air --


I need the silence.

We went wild, so happy
with each other, so happy
to have found each other
to have found love
true love, for you and me

...My love for you is still there
...you can see it shining
...wherever you are, let the sun
...of your activities go down
...and blow away the clouds of your worries
...then you'll see it, see me
...with you again

I lived with my friends
until I met you
and you turned out
to give me more than they do
and I want to give that to you too

...My love for you is still there
...you can see it shining
...wherever you are, let the sun
...of your activities go down
...and blow away the clouds of your worries
...then you'll see it, see me
...with you again

In the new country

I follow a friend, stepping --


within his footprints.

Barefoot, my mother

squats next to me in the grass --


very intimate.

Wherever I stay,

the trees from home keep growing --


growing in my heart.

When I dance, I am


an exhibitionist, yes --



with all my clothes on.

The gum bubble bursts,

people scream about profit


motives: blue ******!

The people here
are not quite grown up
They live past inconveniences

So I'm gonna settle it
Like a parent for their own good
Comment is all in the game

I don't mind, we have to move on
Who does not act, is manipulated
and my own preferences
don't appear out of the blue
I have experience

I chip and wipe away the chips
I am a doer, a maker
No expensive gestures
no desperate remedies
to reassure desperate patients

I know what I'm doing, there are goals
to achieve and worlds to win
with ambition

the seed of my misdeeds
my taunted pride
to want to achieve something

She just watches it

with indifference, smiling --


irritatingly.

I remember one

evening, and so many more --


of those there have been...

I play this ballad

every day, it's the tuning --


fork of my spirit.

Office is a place

of meeting where people talk --


and that creates work.

She watches her child,

and follows it in her mind --


as guardian angel.

Dad doesn't say who is

the most beautiful woman:


Your mother of course!

I'm just pretending

when I go to sleep again --


as if you are there.

Yet his pessimism

does cheer us up in some way --


it's quite laughable!

I'm fully present,

my body, all my senses --


here, in this garden.

Birthday: the sweetest


I have goes, with the sweetest --



I had, my darlings.

Receiving distant

sounds with giant ears, I get --


smaller and smaller.

I said what I thought

I knew about dust, that it --


does not turn to dust.

It's normal to wish

to be special, do you think --


you are that common?

I finally have

reached my ideal love, right now --


the loss can begin.

He is so holy!

Wine on his lips instantly --


turns into water!