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

*** since the helminths,

derailed into a big deal --


for human beings.

Together we pick

handfuls, there's gold everywhere --


the buttercup gold.

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?

There is no wisdom

in the East, no, everywhere --


people are foolish.

The sun hangs on
just above the water
With romantic feelings
the old people look

at us on the rocks
where we read to each other
They don't see the ants
only our young bodies
and in mind, they add the lizards

A foghorn sounds at sea
but there is nothing to see
until suddenly around us
the bathers on the concrete blocks
become who they seemed to be:

ghosts cherishing themselves
in the warmth on their skin
They turn around and wait
sleeping for the sun

When he concentrates,

his legs begin to tremble –


then he says something.

I'm waiting in bed,

wondering who to invite --


if you don't come soon?

With their girl, tough men

melt, she is already soft --


she gets tough later.

Shadows slide along

the tree line in the evening:


the wood gatherers.

The perfect woman

is from marble, and barefoot –


she stays where she is.

Are there any saints?

Possibly, they always hide –


like the unicorns.

I wandered through the village
in the woods of densely formed trunks
and I was told that it is not a forest

but a tree, I drank sweet tea
under the ******* aerial roots
and the thick foliage above it

The woman I spoke to, laughed
at my wonder and took my hand
She led me to the middle

where our surrender embraced the trunk
which was too thick for four outstretched arms
The red ribbons touched our head

Back on the terrace on the edge
where the young trunks in the lake
form a living canopy

we saw a flight of parrots
The birds were shouting at us
'No Hurry', they yelled every time

when they passed in the bright colours
of their message: 'No Hurry!
Be Wappy!'

Narcissus prefers

to play alone, with mirrors --


as his string quartet.

On the photo you don't see
that the water stands still
and you can think

that the sea has almost taken
the land and the house
will soon drift away

A person just has to take
other points of view
to find out something

and to keep living in the world
not in appearances, not in set
pieces of one's own fantasy

empty, unless actors populate them
of whom you no longer know after a while
whether they are acquaintances of you

but your own images nestle
in your head, they fit exactly
whereas the world is uncomfortable

Hi boy with the bike on the vase full of bloom
.........................................................pl­oom ploom
hi chair by the table
hi bread on the table
hi fisherman-fish with the pipe
........................and
hi fisherman-fish with the cap
.................cap and pipe
..........of the fisherman fish
..........................hi

Hi-i fish
hi sweet fish
hi little fishy mine

Possibility, chance, no coincidence
fate or god, but the outcome
of the self-learning program

in our heads, the decisions
lay already enclosed within us
as our future, our path

You came down the stairs
stopped in the hall
and looked at me

called unexpectedly
lovingly my name
said you

will get mail from me:
the promise that bound me
during your holiday

I looked for a secret code
in the text on your cards
and only found my longing

Something sings beneath

reality, there's the beat --


of a heart, loudly.

From now on, dare to

be tough, firm and resistant --


more than a man's wish.

Dark clouds in the sunset glow
there's an invisible death below

Amidst apartment blocks, I stroll
around and around a new black hole
of concentrated matter

A broken-winged cargo plane smashed
friends of friends of friends of mine

It is quiet after the blow
I want to hear what I don't want to know
and then kiss away the danger
be it with a stranger

Caress me, caress me, make me glory
for a night, let me forget this story

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

You did, you said: I.

How dare you! What do you think!


That you are something?

If only love was

contagious, only too bad --


only bacilli.

I waved back to him,

to the fluttering greeting --


A sleeve without arm.

Automatic face

recognition: wearing masks --


for your privacy.

The Director stands

in his room like a farmer --


in his own courtyard.

Farewell, I just wave

my empty hands a little --


to get rid of it.

Toilets overflow,

trains cannot run on the tracks:


copper is golden.

Early morning mist,

hanging about in the buzz --


of the rising sun.

A big party, we

laugh and sing, louder, wilder,


and more and more -- free.

Karma: taking care

of yourself and your neighbours --


now and now and now.

The psychiatrist

desperately deals hard blows --


to me, to my thoughts.

I awake with a start, from the heat
as if you were lying heavy on me

I don't make a sound, sleepily I turn
the duvet down. You are not here

The door is locked
it's quiet in the house

I think of Missy in the other room
see her eyes light up in the basket

pricked up at the slightest sound
I make, a sigh

turning my pillow over
the thought of a caress

Being in love may be enough
care and company, I can organise

I shouldn't want everything
and yet I must, I want to

give myself everything
as much as possible

The heart and dagger

on the dark jar lure me, ask --


me to pick it up.

Making up stories

together, that is the core --


of relationships.

A silvery sky,

dark and quiet the mountains --


as if sound asleep.

Here too, policemen

coming to deport me to --


a death of torture.

I despise myself

for everything I can't do --


like other students.

My things keep quiet,

they are absent in my home --


till I pick them up.

While talking, we find

in our circular thoughts what --


we already knew.

People are party

to politics for the peace --


of self-interest.

Tea and gruntsinging

of old Tibetans before --


they get in the air.

Sometimes the sunlight

glints in the drop that I am --


in the sea of life.

Today, an excursion to a temple
somewhere further along the river
and we don't take anything with us

although no one seems to be there
so there will be no daily rites
This must be a lesson

We walk single file
through the forest, we walk
over the edge

of a basin, we are there
in the middle of the temple
a row of orange flags

in the open cave
of the waterfalls
of time

which overwhelm me
and carry me away, for a week
I can't be found

Only the forest sees me
while my body meditates
and does not know that I exist

The birds sing for me,

yes, they like me, and the hemp --


seeds next to my chair.

There is a drum roll

behind the quiet houses –


everyone is there.

My work is simple,

I too am averagely --


uninteresting.

The cat does not move,

she is observing the moon –


the hypnotic ball.

Farewell: we don't eat,

it just seems that way, as you --


also see in plays.