I am so in love

that I must confess to her:


I don't write poems.

The leaves are fragile,

at the slightest they come off --


caution! breathe softly!

The pain, the pleasure,

the ****** of giving birth:


fertility queen.

The elderly man

is between living and dead --


famously asleep.

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

If once, you could see


me the way I do, then what --


would your face show me?

I came for support,

but he doesn't know what to say --


He is at a loss.

Your kisses drizzle under my skin
they buzz in all directions
My arms and legs are panting

Your breath, I feel it whispers
that I am enchanted forever
My desire sighs for more

Your hands splashpatter
they rustle me completely wetterwet
My sweat gushes in your mouth

Your muscles dance and drone
they sulphurize thunder in my nose
My ears sough and sizzle

Your pelvis rages in me
pommels of fireworks explode
hunted by my heart

The row of medals

divert people's attention --


from his worn-out suit.

Is it a secret,

that I might have one, and I –


therefore don't know it?

The underworld is

close at hand: ****, poo and junk --


slimy and rotting.

I don't ask Do you

love me? as long as I learn --


to understand you.

I enjoy writing

tear-off calendar poems --


The same every year.

His attention, caught,

and dropped from excitement, then --


she picked up the shards.

Anyway we live

in common on our commons:


our planet, the earth.

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

He talks about her

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


it's almost over.

Being objective

is easy, less scary as --


being subjective.

Unexpected things

never startle me, I just --


respond too slowly.

The longer you live,

the less you care about it --


what you think of it.

Causes and effects,

implicated in something --


like the One and All.

It's best to marry

someone who will not hurt you --


when you get divorced.

Drinking tea in the rain
in the smell of rain
plain tea, plain rain
but, the two of us, full
of expectation: touch me
touch me, feel me

Lips, hands, all
of you, dear darling
touch me, touch me
nicer much nicer
than dreaming
dreaming the past

If you like you can
silently shout a stick
into the sky, climb
and climb higher, higher
sliding looser, looser
down and up

higher higher up
colours around the sun
diving deep into them
wallowing and wrapping yourself
and sparking sparks
from my hands

But stay with me
want me, want to
see and feel me
keep me whole
see me, feel me
touch me, touch me

The truth in the lie

must be recognizable --


or the lie won't work.

Outside the village is the bridge
without a road, at the cemetery
Occasionally townspeople sit there
painting it
Sometimes there are children

To me, it is an image
of life and this morning
I came across a woman there
She lay on the abutment
and was scared, did not dare

to come with me, because of me
she lost her no man's land
For the rest, little happens here
There's never any news
and that is official

Children ask questions,

and they learn a lot from that --


Just like adults do.

Behind the tears between my heart
and my head love is shining
inexhaustible I think

the clouds are just knots
and in rain love is pouring
too because it's the time

of Aquarius, the sun
of dear people shines
in my heart my open heart

I don't fly I am
strong because I have become
so and that makes me

beautiful you say with the seal
of the giving moon
and the all receiving

sun on your heart yes like you
see me I want to be, a flower
in our season

We eat a fresh-caught crab fish
in the setting sun and as in the old books
of my mother, we count the ticking
of the clock from time to time
you say old books also are okay

Another carrot and a pun
once more delaying
the unavoidable farewell kiss
no more calling on each other
I really don't know what to say

Play the waiting game,

scan each other silently:


brainstorming session?

Clouds are approaching,

they are dark, I seize the days --


The sun is still shining.

There is a sound of *** in my name -
at school, I often had a blush
I was ashamed of the giggles

At parties I stood in the quiet places
and in the parade I walked
on long wooden legs

The wind blew, tugged and
tore my trouser legs
There were shouts and calls

for more, "Hellooo helloohoo
where are you, what are you
thinking about", my friend asked

"Everyone sees only the veils
under which you hide, are you aware
that none of us knows you?

Just be a little like crazy, for once, dare
to go for it, to die of shame
or to bed with someone

Dare to be a descendant
of the man who chose:
Freeblood is my name"

So, what is my life:

my existence, being there --


plus my history.

Depicting the Now:

vibrations of the breakers --


the wave of Being.

A jar full of worms:

they're trying to creep away --


without a leader.

The grand parade is

over, and never over:


unforgettable.

Thank you, cat, here is

your blackbird offering back --


Gods are generous.

My kisses ask you:

please love me, I do love you --


because I kiss you.

Along the Lost Cost Quay
the cargo ships are almost drowning
while we party

in Oslo and Ghent, you dance
sparks from the floor, you dance
the delicate velvet petals

up, let them float
and return to the flower
Your shirt falls open

just enough to wish
for more, for no reason
just to experience

the lovely wonder of feeling
what I feel, myself, as if
your beauty is ******* me

I am not myself,

I'm in love, I am waiting --


for him for hours now.

Quiet as a child

in his mother's arms, quite so --


even is my soul.

He sniffs and he *****

all air out of the bedroom --


Open the window!

The castle ruins

have an imposingly high --


ceiling with real stars.

Without any tears,

her eyes are crying sorrow --


and love into me.

The riches we have

are limited, we want more --


attention, on call.

If you don't forgive

you'll drink poison, hoping that --


the other suffers.

Covered by the night

I visit you secretly --


That is the rumour.

Events flow through my head
faucets spontaneously spray
memories over my feet
Frogs jump out of the pool

What seemed so ordinary
is now demonstrating
and keeping me awake
Smashing the window panes

I hide behind the lace curtain
Shadows beat the drum
They live on the street
and declare me guilty

I am no longer safe
from the straight faces
and the doubts of my family
They slink through the house

It is not personal
when things go wrong
although I live wisely
because we do everything together

in the karma mixer
of instincts and virtues
and circumstances that change
from moment to moment

My life is too short
for any karma of my own
which will come later
as a drop in the brew

from the karma mixer
that's all I am
unimportant, even
if I'm famous

People read stories,

the travel maps of the world --


travel maps of lives.

Kiss as often as

you desire and kiss more, still --


you'll kiss too little.