I'm kissing the shells

of her eyes, the little hairs --


prickle: be careful!

Well, I have wished for

an antipole, I got it --


as a drag on me.

The big city blurs

what is dark, with lots of light --


Is heaven like that?

It's unreal, the world

of the screens, you live in it --


like Don Quixote.

Just a dancing girl,

yet in all boys eyes she is --


eagerly devoured.

Maybe I'll have to move
the neighbours are watching
whether I belong to them

and don't go too far
in oddities
Well, a little can be funny

They are also proud themselves
of their profession, their unforgettable
exploits and their indispensability

for the traditional holidays
for everyone, including me
so they count on me

I value their faces
what kind of men they are
fighters with an ax

in their hands, or soldiers
in black clothes, servants
of the dread counselor

Man is a wild animal
in a herd, a group
that organizes
to be tamed

but it's not easy
to get the systems right
There are unexpected effects
or oppressive requirements

No one is responsible
Deposing leaders, killing
dictators makes no difference
The people tolerate the successor

Help is needed
From the outside, but
the borders are deadly
to humanity

So I must appreciate little
things, a glance
the clouds, fresh bread once
and dream what is forbidden

I almost started

kissing the lips above me --


but it's a doctor.

It is peaceful here
       but this peace is suspicious
      
       warns the king
       Many inhabitants move
      
       to a palace in the clouds
       of Internet-land or they retreat
      
       to a high tower, sender and receiver
       of their own right, just listen
      
       to the echoes, just listen
       to my disgusting words
      
       Yes, if only someone did listen
       If only someone did listen
      
       unsure
       and loving
      
       back on earth

On a swivel chair, I look around
the time capsule of my head
flies and devises stories

of memories and images
that pass, I travel
to my birth country

It does not exist, never
it has existed, it is a soup

of ingredients picked life-
long at my feet, cooked
in the pan of my skull

.....The fresh soup now
.....from my birth country
.... tastes different, really

.....I see it
.....at the plants and the varieties

What is one is itself
but if you know someone else
you are partly also that person
you are also what was different
until that moment

And you observe that, it dawns
on you and you grow

That's interesting, we repeat it
in stories about people
and the gods they imagine:
the more souls, the merrier and the more
humor thanks to the differences

And the trick is to learn
to see that everyone is everything

Therefore, yes therefore there was
a feast in heaven for the wicked sons
at the end of their tumultuous lives
while the good sons
were taken to hell

And the supreme god laughed
at their illusions

New Year's Eve: we face

an abyss, dangerously --


we stand hand in hand.

When it is quiet,

a tone rings out clear and light --


with all of its weight.

Every seven weeks

the hairdresser cuts and trims --


me three weeks younger.

People in wet coats

are avoiding the puddles --


but I just jump in!

No storm, no silence
a deep swell
of myself being
lost in myself

My organs merge
Fast fishes wave
under the skin surface

A forgotten desire
flows out over my cheeks

More and more signposts,

I'm approaching the city --


Unfolding bridges.

You did, you said: you.

As if I just have to be --


obliging to you.

If I ever find

you here whatsitcalled, you will --


whatsitcalled feel it!

Is waiting waiting

if you start having a talk --


about who you are?

The rock bank hangs down

from my feet into the air --


under the water.

Halfway I chatter chatter
teasingly to make you small
and then

I lick you big again, I smear
the pleasure, mixed
with the evening light

the blades on the ceiling
the long curtains, the yellow
of the walls and the two thick

armchairs of green-brown earth
A warm sigh floats over
our sweat of satisfaction

and then, once more
in me, your name, my name
whispering rhythmically

confused, my hair jumbled up
scents in our blood, and then
you can, then I am

But why is there war?

Those who return, are injured --


No luck awaits them.

Then, at the abyss,

a flame shoots up from us, licked --


by the total fire.

Voices around me,

which I cannot understand,


coffee: the meeting.

A page, a glimmer

of truth, rustlingless silent --


and then wind again.

In the sitting room

resides the old family --


in stately portraits.

Her lips, and then she

runs off, leaving me, my lips --


on the cold hard glass.

Who is a brain boss?

Who balances his thinkles --


and does really know?

The flag has long frays,

like her hair when she left me --


Her hair in the wind.

Next to what was once

the farmyard, a kitchen chair --


in the tall wild grass.

Her hand pinches mine,

silent amorous feelings --


expressed in Morse code.

Only now that I come back here
I see it as a paradise, this green land
the flowers, the golden grain
all the riches I thought to be normal

Now, the familiar overwhelms
my new eyes, filling me
with nostalgia even before
I think about leaving

Or will I stay for the rest
of my life, knowing very well
that it is soulhard work
to sleep together

wolf people and sheep people
cow, bear, and snake people
It is heartwork in paradise
for enough straw for everyone

In love, every time
again, instantly
defenceless

from you, your face
whoever you are
whatever you see

not me
because then I wouldn't have time
to think this, wondering

how the mirror works
and what you see
when you see me

We don't need words
I could be deaf
and just as touched

open up with love
to see you
live, powerful

in better and worse

True Love! Be happy

when you find it, be happy --


you're looking for it.

I've been here before,

in this bed, and in this love --


room without a view.

The geese: satisfied,

lying back in the meadow –


dotted with daisies.

Do I prefer to

remember, forget, forgive --


or be forgiven?

The war is a thief

of cries of despair, stealing --


until it's dead still.

It is getting dark, we walk
away from the couples, who, just like us
have not seen the sun go down

The picnic baskets are empty
You pack up the peels and I
pretend to look past you and you

pretend I don't attract
your attention, knowing that
our skin is glowing for more
You are smoothly sculpted
like a Greek god

I brush through your hair
The sea moans under the rocks
Our room is still far away

but I can imagine you
hanging out nicely, kneadable
in the grip of my hand

'You come with me?' Woof

'You like something to eat?' Woof


'Come on my lap!' Woof

Censorship: fancy

is dangerous, so don't write --


about *******.

To maintain something

as it is, you need to change --


lots of other things.

Like dust particles,

that's how our souls are dancing --


Can you see it now?

I get up, the day

blows towards me, letting me --


converge with myself.

Waiting is living

half, putting deeds off, looking --


in front of oneself.

Forever new books

by new writers, for a dream --


they are immortal.

I allure you, dancing
slowly around you right
through the laser rays
my eyes don't let you go

I get far enough into you
not to go with you right away
We'll meet tomorrow
and then in a week

At home, my parents are waiting
with their dreams about me
In the city, a career awaits
and in my body everything awaits

the next step
It is the art of balancing
to be myself
and to know what I want

Masculinity,

of all men, is just nothing --


of value in love.

In the evening we dance
free expression, I am
free and safe in the camp

There is only one lock, one man
who has the key, because
who would want to leave?

Come and take a look
through the fence wires
we don't hide anything

Shirking, sneaky
stuff, a ****, everything
is seen and then

the police quickly take you
to the decision square
that has no facades

There are always people passing
by the houses without outside
walls and without back rooms

seeing if you are doing your best
keep on working and are proper
in the picture and in the toilet