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

The magic sword can't

be pulled free by focusing --


on the mossy stone.

More and more colours join the flag
until the whole spectrum shines like a sun
a beacon
on the troubled journey

It's just a flag
nonviolent communication
in the wind
a silent look

The pole a magic wand
a seeress, beacon
of patience
made of the right stuff

Oak and elder, willow, fig and fir
the trees of Mother Earth
beech and birch, cedar, cypress
so many more than elm and ash

A healing staff
with a robe to wear
in the colours of our soul
all colours of light

Beware, he kisses

beside my cheek nowadays --


as if I am air.

Although you like me,

I'll be alone again, once --


you got to know me.

How healthy are you

when you function very well --


in society?

Boys thinking to be

a good lover, sink their claws --


into the girl's soul.

Our beautiful life, preserved
against the cold that may return:

cans with beans, old newspapers
worn out clothes, jars of jam
up to the ceiling
the hard land, and the hard way
of the great leaders, and the little ones
who fought for their own advantage
the heroes of steel, later torn
from their home and from the books

But we are still there, in our musty house
we still share - a beautiful life

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!

I finally have

reached my ideal love, right now --


the loss can begin.

What a strange office!

Still, it turned out that I stayed:


I got used to it.

The songs of that time

were our world, the places where --


we saw each other.

Grandpa is bony,

his mouth speaks clearly, even --


though he says nothing.

Come on, wave your love,

overflow me with your tide --


Don't ebb off from me.

There are still places,

as usual, in the seats --


next to the bosses.

The Friesian horses,

stepping in black cloths with hoods --


and snorting with life.

Left and right, voters

all are unfortunately --


against welfare cuts.

Love is a moon, it

changes from day to day, there's --


increase, there's decrease.

My darling is gone
the earth pushes tidal
tears up through the sand

sails in the east
round me, signs
upon them, I walk

for miles
to spartina and seepweed
and fro to the beacon

build a stone tower there
break stone for stone
read word for word, listen

and build writing and
singing sentence for sentence
our love again

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

None of those present

gets ever interrupted --


when they're all talking.

My body welcomes

many guests, it is a home --


for thoughts and feelings.

The fluctuating

flood-mark, a boundary of --


dry seaweed flowers.

Strangers are safer,

to them I can openly --


tell all my worries.

Shoot me, shoot me
shoot me to heaven
up in the oak, everyone
barefoot on the family bed
.....Come join us, here you are free!

We don't have to believe in anything
except in each other, the singer too
is loose, he laughs at his amulet
and waves to the old man:
.....Come join us, here you are free!

The greybeard sees everything
with twinkling eyes in his long beard
full of bushes of moss in which
the wren whistles:
.....Come join us, here you are free!

Come in the Crown
take off your shoes and socks
together on the family bed
a warm blanket to each other
.....Come join us, here you are free!

Springtime in my blood,

I want to do a whole lot --


that really can't wait.

Life gives me a lot,

and I still have no idea --


who is the giver.

There are boys, hunting

me to a detour, I'm tired --


It is getting dark.

I left her behind,

'See you tomorrow', I thought --


it would be okay.

I drink the passion

of his body, of his love --


always thirsty love.

In the gold corner

of our room it is, the black --


in-depth Holiness.

In between the ships

I'm swimming over to you:


your side becomes mine.

Money no object?

Ah! That is a confession!


You're an enemy!

Our unconscious mind

is very dark, so we dream --


of the dawn of day.

Time is different:

not eternal, it follows --


itself by itself.

For half an hour already
Mimi is purring in my lap

on the toilet
where I am stroking her
because of the lightning

No fear for her
I am a good person
I know that myself

my side is the right side
of the line under the door
the blue light

of the bolts
and the rumbling thunder
the sword of Michael

that separates evil
from good in a time
we all know

as our own time

We wanted to say

so much, we told everything --


with our eyes only.

They look at me, what

did I say?, I thought I heard --


someone else speaking.

My world doesn't have to be bigger
than as far as my eyes reach
yet they see a new horizon
when I look around over there

.....Give me your hand, wait
.....a while with going and come
.....with me, together
.....we can be at home

I will always stand still
on street corners
looking where the sun is
where the clouds go

.....Take off your jacket, your fear
.....be happy here
.....take a bath
.....I'll give you a massage

Indefinite scents
blow over the beach
my feet push
bow waves in the sand

He's lying there weird,

his body is not sleeping --


it is left behind.

The music of Bach

is grief comforting people --


with touching beauty.

Our club is losing,

the little flags rustle like --


pouring cold water.

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

They are old, they laugh

at us men: the childhood friends --


still flirting like girls.

It is a full moon,

music sounds from the café --


I'm not one of them.

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

Between the words, I

write my anxiety: white –


that doesn't disappear.

If I could gull, I

would comfortably eat fish --


near the herring stall.

On expectations,

the bar is set so high that --


I pass under it.

To keep her and me

from being alone, I put --


an arm around her.