It's a merry day,

we dance on the earth *****:


feet full of music.

The music can't go

bad, so everyone enjoys --


beating his heart out.

Before the sunrise:

the gloaming greenish notlight –


of the dark blue sky.

Money no object?

Ah! That is a confession!


You're an enemy!

The student is curious
he cuts in the deceased
according to the surgical guide
as the master he wants to be

Bodies are interesting
to discover during the holidays
and later give explanations
to the other students, in passing

The farmers watch in silence
how man is an animal
a large species of frog
they don't care about science

Oh dear, fresh blood, give me hellstone
quick, take the bottle from your bag
to disinfect the wound, burn it
away to a large black hole

The district doctor shakes his head
how could mister student think
he would have money
for something so precious as silver!

Spring, time to go out!

Although winter is nicer:


not all those people!

In the tearoom, we pretend
to be good friends – in turn
we bounceball our days

If only I could make contact
but with words, it doesn't work
Our hands are close together

We gaze outside
it can't be explained
although we understand

And that already comes too close

I'm melancholy,

though not for what has been, but --


for what should have been.

Everything is Weight

and Counterweight: it's Fate and --


the Wheel of Fortune.

Two people will form

a community, any --


trio will split up.

There's a strange hand with

pointing fingers on my thigh --


and it excites me.

Please be sensible!

If all the girls are gorgeous,


let someone else drive.

The songs of that time

were our world, the places where --


we saw each other.

On expectations,

the bar is set so high that --


I pass under it.

I take a bath in salt water
where gravity does not exist
On the shelf, there is a new set
of the same clothes laid out

There is no concert hall here
and no outside for walking
only a greenhouse
where I like to sniff scents

free of human traces
the skin creams and soap
with which we, counted acquaintances
distinguish ourselves

And when I take care
to *** silent and to ****
not sputtering
leave the light out

and have *** carefully slow
I am the only one on the toilet
in my bed and the bath
who spies on me

India is much

more than chaos: through and through --


logical chaos.

Every day we are

celebrating without frills --


just being grateful.

I slept like a bean

in the pod of my car, in --


my cradle, my egg.

Very puzzling is

the miscellaneous news:


Hów did it happen?

I know what she needs,

she's inconsolable, so --


I don't console her.

The sun sets faster,

so the days become shorter --


More time for the moon.

The world keeps turning
no matter whether
we understand
that everything is
connected to us

I watch
from the scenery
gently strumming
tears on my guitar

The floor is *****
There are no residents
Everyone is busy
with other things
and passes by love

I watch
from the scenery
gently strumming
tears on my guitar

Travel like a tree,

as if I'm always at home --


The world's coming past.

Our conversations

are silent conversations --


There is no anger.

The squatting men place

the spittoon further away --


and aim into it.

Friends have the power

of repeating together --


what they are good at.

After the departure of the Romans
we were our own bosses again
at war with each other

The sergeants took over
first the peripheral areas
then the middle land

Only behind the mountains
the residents still resist
longing for a king of their own

as once
his sword shone
his sword shines

immovably stuck
in the eyes of the people
dreaming of a peaceful life

a passed-on promise, for once
but unfortunately
the sword has disappeared

Moon behind branches –

Don't think about it, but look:


moon behind branches.

The magic sword can't

be pulled free by focusing --


on the mossy stone.

A black word is quick;

it strikes irrevocably --


and right in the heart.

They keep arguing

in my presence, obviously --


I need to know this.

It's raining tonight

on our summer memories --


They are washed away.

Dad makes clouds, makes them

hover, I am protected --


against the sun's rays.

A girl in the camp

is forced to sing every night --


In her heart she cries.

With a gentle urge

the drums of love are beating --


open all my doors.

Life is beautiful,

despite misunderstandings –


and troubles with ***.

Left and right, voters

all are unfortunately --


against welfare cuts.

Sometimes I hear bells

ringing, high in the blue sky --


blue aerial bells.

We like each other,

your big nose, my port-wine stain --


are not to be spurned.

In your sleep I reach

for you and I nestle you --


entirely in me.

My mind has remained empty
no voice, no inspirations
nothing divine, just
what was already there
what I have found

I peeled, viewed
the persistent thoughts
with which I was raised
the many lies that bind me
to a false image of who I am

of us and the others
as strangers of each other
who I should fear and keep away
with their customs, interesting
perhaps, but uncomfortable

Empty, I let the scents
flow through me
I can't hold them
only experience them, I live
what lives

His black eye looks back
to me, we are alone
in the meadow, in the roadside

I hold my breath
everything becomes lighter
around the black

Meadow and road the world
empty and we eye
and beating heart

Heavy and firmly
my legs all four
in the ground

Strength crackles
around the electric barbed wire
in my insides

Oh, my dear darling,

no theory is correct --


when I comes to you.

My heart is not smiling
my eyes are watchful
I am a chameleon

From my cave, I crawl
cautiously through my life
wet when it rains

arid when the sun burns
shy under the leaves
when the masters go by

who don't want to see me
their eyes don't smile
it is a game

that doesn't make me happy
I dream chameleon dreams
of a smooth, uniform skin

that can always be the same
I dream of shedding my skin
that way for once, like a snake

Old people stiffen
They eat less and less
That's the beginning

of their end, but I want to go ahead
I crawl and waddle until I can run
and in the meantime I do magic
and grow myself taller

I am impetuous, at least
in the desires that bud
from my soul
regardless of season

There is a hungry growth blazing
in me, I eat to keep on
eating, there is so much
to reach to, I jump

and I eat, I live

In our character,

our convictions make imprints --


of unfree conduct.

Boys thinking to be

a good lover, sink their claws --


into the girl's soul.

Visitors give me,

as a sick person, knowledge --


of human nature.

It did not happen,

you cannot remember that!


I was not like that!

Nowhere can it be

safe anymore, look: adults --


too can cry a lot!