There are boys, hunting

me to a detour, I'm tired --


It is getting dark.

Finished, desk empty,

there's nothing on it at all --


just my lower arms.

Between some remains

and undigested houses:


underground parking.

Let me my habits
Let me, let me inside
Give me a shelter
Give me a kiss

.....Take me
.....Protect me
.....Give me your magic
.....Give me what I need

Then I'll give you my blood
I will pump it outwards
I will blood on your belly
I will blood in your mouth

.....Danger is everywhere
.....just a blow away
.....Love is everywhere
.....just a kiss away

Happiness is elusive
The pie turns around
Happiness is elusively
nearby

.....Let me bleed
.....in your storm
.....Let me bleed
.....in your heart

Seducing someone

to want to go to hell, that --


is really subtle.

I penetrate her,

digging for her promises --


my soul roves about.

In a tangle are

the snowflakes dancing about:


winter mosquitoes.

I don't ask Do you

love me? as long as I learn --


to understand you.

The truth in the lie

must be recognizable --


or the lie won't work.

Can people still have a discussion with me?
I can confront you
with my falter
That searching, the slow
which I can hardly bear myself?
And what do you think of me?

I'm getting smaller, too small
for everything and everyone
I know, more and more
is falling off my world
Dependent on friends
who need me

So nothing seems to have changed
but it's not like that
not the way it was
not what I was worth
I know too well what it is
to endure the day depressed

It may take a long time
that I'm not there for a while
Lost in unreachable thoughts
until I sound again like
I'm doing better
than I'm telling you

The purgatory:

suffering with a prospect --


of complete Goodness!

He's lying there weird,

his body is not sleeping --


it is left behind.

Life gives me a lot,

and I still have no idea --


who is the giver.

Spring seizes my eye,

I really have to hold on --


pull it into bed.

My love spell on you:

take only notice of me --


only care of me.

All beginnings are difficult, but
shall his heart grow with mine
and will not matching sensitivities

be given a warm place anyway?
Can it be big like an elephant?

It already is, trumpets one
yeah ha ha ha, stamp the others
grandma Phant blows my hair in a mess

don't hold on to your questions
she says, better come with us

She trunks me between her ears
chatting about phants and people
with their peculiarities

we reach a wide field
of waving colours

The children phants start tasting them
crushing more flowers than they pick
but with love, new ones grow

you see, grandma Phant says
it's easy

if you give space to the sun

Deep into the night
they felt like winners
The blood had flowed
and it was not theirs

But at dawn
the corpses lay down
with the frightened women
and crying children

in their heads
Occupied, nothing wants to
flow in their bodies
Betrayal! Betrayal!

Ghosts and rats
lick the anger
and play hide and seek
in the maze of lies

about the heroic battle
for the fatherland
and its powerful fathers
with their forked tongue

In the gold corner

of our room it is, the black --


in-depth Holiness.

Just ask anyone

for a story and you'll get --


their complete life course.

I can be a saint

in helping people, I should --


try that out to know.

I am not myself,

I'm in love, I am waiting --


for him for hours now.

I wake up. But hey!

How many hours did I sleep? --


Where am I? And when?

With their girl, tough men

melt, she is already soft --


she gets tough later.

Above my sadness,

swallows are swiftly winging –


in the laughing winds.

It has to be done!

Let's go: into the mirror --


without a blindfold!

Paradise is paved, everywhere
you can park in front of the door now
Pink walls and plastic flowers:
places where people like to be

Isn't it a shame that only afterwards
you open your eyes for what you had?
Paradise is paved, everywhere
you can park in front of the door now

All trees are saved, come, have a look
in the greenhouses of the museum!
It is not expensive to see them all
and you get bees and butterflies too!

There are greenhouses everywhere, no spots
on the apples, they won't even get brown
But last night the door slammed shut
and my beloved left in a big taxi

We can indeed laugh

at ourselves, the two of us --


if nobody knows.

Anyway we live

in common on our commons:


our planet, the earth.

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!

Only experiences count
now that every day matters:
new activities
beauty to the full

and attention to me
The rest, I clear out
What I have saved for years
I throw away neatly

in wrapping paper
or I fold flowers from it
witch will get dusted
in memory

of my company
our meetings
which cannot wait
We give each other

this day, everything
that can be intimate between
people in the passing
of an ordinary day

I do the fun things
that everyone says
he'd like to do, with you
and you and you and you

I'm waiting in bed,

wondering who to invite --


if you don't come soon?

I walk twenty steps, five feet
down into the darkness
of buried secrets
on the outskirts of the oasis

I walk twenty steps, five feet
in the excavation
next to the shallow ditch
which was once a pond

Discovered from the sky
vaguely marked in the sand
by odd gauge values
of the substrate

Back into the light
where a man sits
on the roots of an old tree
looking at me

Compelling, he beckons me
pointing to his water bottle
and I realise
that he knows the answers

to the questions I shall ask
when he is no longer there

Live an eternal

present, or learn your lessons --


time and time again.

I didn't even live by a river
yet again I stare into the distance

at nothing, at the water
that cannot choose either

where it ends up
over which toxic grounds
and prickly expectations
diluted, frozen or eaten
by a thousand kilometers of sun

Black wings of homesickness
grow on my shoulders

but I know I'm covered
by the lion of my duties

to people like me
who once left somewhere
dreaming, to learn
that there is no way back
to their youth

The highest ruler,

the self, is hungry, in need --


of beauty and love.

I left her behind,

'See you tomorrow', I thought --


it would be okay.

There is no good ending
The sun goes down
without colouring heaven

No birds, no music
I don't even cry
just say: so, goodbye then

It sounds so easy
but I look away and wait
until it's over

When did you slip away from me?
When did we stop talking
about what we don't understand

and gradually didn't know
about each other anymore
not each other's anymore?

Our unconscious mind

is very dark, so we dream --


of the dawn of day.

God is a nuisance:

He is constantly present –


but always sleeping.

I saw 'Les amants'

and then I walked home, longing --


to love as they did.

It's best to marry

someone who will not hurt you --


when you get divorced.

I ring the door with

my handbell and I'm welcome --


because it's mý bell.

He talks about her

all the time, so there's a chance --


it's almost over.

The elderly man

is between living and dead --


famously asleep.

If I could gull, I

would comfortably eat fish --


near the herring stall.

She wants to die, locks

herself in, her mother calls --


and then grabs the axe.

Making people laugh

is risky, because they will --


force you to do it.

I waved back to him,

to the fluttering greeting --


A sleeve without arm.

When I can't handle

it anymore, I am saved --


by hours of boredom.

Behind the curtain

of his music he dances:


the master flautist.