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 cities, country-

men speak softly, everywhere --


someone will listen.

Orange light at night,

the whole wide country whirring:


the gas field is on.

'Love you too', you say.

It sounds like an echo, like --


something from the past.

It has to be done!

Let's go: into the mirror --


without a blindfold!

You should not do it

secretly: but unnoticed --


just tactically.

Spring seizes my eye,

I really have to hold on --


pull it into bed.

Children ask questions,

and they learn a lot from that --


Just like adults do.

*** in the morning

is nice, before the duties --


we may for a while.

Sometimes the sunlight

glints in the drop that I am --


in the sea of life.

My poet friends sleep,

it's quiet, I look at them --


eat a banana.

The row of medals

divert people's attention --


from his worn-out suit.

Here too, policemen

coming to deport me to --


a death of torture.

She wants to die, locks

herself in, her mother calls --


and then grabs the axe.

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

I came for support,

but he doesn't know what to say --


He is at a loss.

You're desirable,

a fridge, ajar and steaming --


The fire leaking out.

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

The Director stands

in his room like a farmer --


in his own courtyard.

At home, in the sun, I watch
the news intently, I study the photos
the parabola of a mortar
like a shooting star
and the grey ruins after the impact

There are cameras everywhere
I shiver from everything
I do and don't want to know
but I wouldn't know anything
if I didn't know

I read of people
who woke up and
ran to a cellar
their children crying
in the pale morning light

The wounded crawl over debris
scramble past the charred cars
An ambulance drives away
Daily corpses, daily news
with survivors

with a dry mouth
speechless, pale in the sun
in which I follow the news
with my sharp eyes
my cool heart

His proposal jumps

like a frog into the pond:


only a ripple.

Play the waiting game,

scan each other silently:


brainstorming session?

These memories are

feelings, with vague images --


floating over them.

Toilets overflow,

trains cannot run on the tracks:


copper is golden.

If once, you could see


me the way I do, then what --


would your face show me?

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

Causes and effects,

implicated in something --


like the One and All.

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

Flowers are for sale

everywhere, but none of them --


are pollinated.

The grand parade is

over, and never over:


unforgettable.

The elderly man

is between living and dead --


famously asleep.

It's best to marry

someone who will not hurt you --


when you get divorced.

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

The pain, the pleasure,

the ****** of giving birth:


fertility queen.

The longer you live,

the less you care about it --


what you think of it.

Golden cloaks for sale,

against all evil-thinking --


Of you? Or of me?

The day starts okay,

normal, like yesterday, just --


slightly different.

Thank you, cat, here is

your blackbird offering back --


Gods are generous.

He talks about her

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


it's almost over.

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 are equal,

Article 1 states, but who --


does obey the law?

Is it a secret,

that I might have one, and I –


therefore don't know it?

The front wheel drags, grr,

short of breath I cycle on --


panting like a dog.

I enjoy writing

tear-off calendar poems --


The same every year.

Men are cautious
they rather spurn their chances

than to rely on their noses, but
they can be seduced to take a little bite

if you insist and
have not gotten sick from it yourself

Indeed, it started
with the famous apple, a fig

After the first one he too wanted more
We learned

to look through the foliage
to remember where the trees are

and how to get there, to smell
where the fruit is ripe

We got up earlier than the others
and left in the moonlight

to be the first just a little further away
and get the prize

We grew in our head
and became human

I don't ask Do you

love me? as long as I learn --


to understand you.

Anyway we live

in common on our commons:


our planet, the earth.

You went away, I went on
loving you and out of the blue
there you are at my door
with a sleeping mat

I look at you
You drop anchor
and want to show

all kinds of things, explaining them
with your hands and I have no idea
how this suddenly happened

I'm just glad
I was home, am home
I make soup

There is rye bread
We are hungry
Old hunger

There is a boulder

in the middle of the road --


there is a boulder.

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"