Her neck, I remember
was a round ivory tower
not too short, not too long

Snow-white skin
Snow White her name
Who would not love her!

Oh, her shoulders, firm
and soft her arms and legs
round ******* and hips

straight back, perfect beauty
Magic mirror on the wall
who is beloved by all?

We all wished to know her
and hear words from her mouth
that bear witness to our existence

If she was only there
then I could hope
to love her someday

Here, the urban crowd,

and there, an extensive field --


I'm feeling lonely.

Yet what does it mean

that you have taken my hands --


in yours just like that?

The bell, an unexpected visit:
a gentleman who asks me

to come along, I have to
I am arrested

but only for further investigation
'Please don't make it any worse!'

At the office, I get a seat
'Please wait here, then it will

be fine, it takes time
You do understand, don't you?

Accuracy is required and you are
not the only one. I wish that was true!'



We get food, just enough
in our own stench, silently

arguing around
the growing puddle of *****

over the rotting mattresses
a soft bed of worms

from the breathtaking **** barrel
It seems we've been quietly forgotten

Sometimes someone whispers
if he dares and faces

the angry glances of fear
of caning, so as not to get crazy

With the proceeds he bought the bank
the water company and computer halls
Modern Monopoly. He invested
in advanced filters and the internet

With a wink he kept his title
'Landlord'. Ah, the good old days
Now we are the owners, we pay
the subscriptions and pay off our debt

Things are going well, fewer members
are active, there is talk on the sidelines
and self-interested owners
collect proxies

The administrator acts
opportunistically and follows
the outside world
There is a call

for another system:
with so little involvement
a transfer of power will do -
blank until business is done

Vibrating around

the bow- and harp-strings: the souls --


of the listeners.

I was seventeen,

with all my being I longed --


to offer myself.

Spotlights, reflected

off the gold celebrity:


image on image.

The girl I follow

would really like to kiss me --


if she just knew me.

You left us behind,

there is distance now, increased --


by a few letters.

In the gusts of wind,

the waves foam yellowish green --


and.. a boat dances.

You'll find pointlessness

when you search from the outside --


for any purpose.

You say 'Here it is',

'goodbye', and you go, away --


from the restaurant.

The evening sun pours

a dayful of deep colours –


into the fish pond.

Automatic belts

work without having to switch --


Are they analogue?

I am an island,

I just have to wait and see --


if Love docks with me.

How weird, your trousers!

You really don't care, that's what --


I like about you!

Outside the village,

we let the local bus pass --


the stop, our club house.

As a reader I

would like to buy with each book --


reading time as well.

A stranger falls, and

as he falls he is breaking --


in into my life.

I pulsate shock waves

of pleasure that start pushing --


tides into the sea.

An automated

answer produces a queue --


Length invisible.

My world and I were

growing, as long as we grew --


death did not exist.

The beach would be great

if it did not shine so much --


from the blazing sun.

My lawyer comes in

with a very thick folder --


and I lie in it.

My neighbours make love,

oh, so outrageously cheap --


these thin chamber walls!

Happiness: beware,

if you prefer to spare it --


you will choke on it.

Beauty: a flower,

two people in love, or three --


high bar releases.

Magic requires that

you see exactly what's there:


real reality.

When my friend comes
I don't have to do
anything to make things
happen, shamelessly

we are who we want to be
we let warm breaths
play with happiness
in our blood, and exchange

words for bites
of peace in our belly
- the small world
...of contentment

...in the big world
...of striving -
until we are satisfied
and stop laughing

Think of the office

as a madhouse, then the rest --


is pretty normal.

I don't want to be an object
of course, but human, a subject
not completely free perhaps

but also not in the hell
of other people's judgment
because I don't ignore

that I am an individual we
an individual love
that falls short

sometimes individual cruel
self-interest, short-sighted
by built-in blinkers

against my nervous fear
of the purgatory of the failures
of other people and myself

(Whoever wants more freedom
and does leave the herd, will know
to be in hell right then)

In the neon light,

shadows appear and vanish --


Strolling nightlife girls.

If knowledge is off,

there are only wishful dreams --


as moral guidance.

Textbooks in a heap,

the pages held together --


by dog-ears only.

We're barbarians:

people who destroy what they --


do not understand.

An automatic

gun does not fire by itself --


There is time to think.

Listen to me, as half as I am
Talk to me, talk about me
to your loved ones, to your friends
Talk!
about my big eyes, my crazy dreams
And I, what I want, is lots of things
to tell you, to touch you
Yeah, that's it

.....Here, this is who I am
.....Here I stand, naked in front of you, yes
.....I am afraid
.....Here I stand, silent in the fuss

Look at me, look at least
to what's left of me
Look at me, before I hate myself
What can I tell you that
no one else would tell you?
Just a few things, but
it's me, who I am, I offer you all
I have, here you go

.....Here, this is who I am
.....as naked as I stand here
.....there is nothing more
.....This is my mouth, my cry
.....okay, this is me
.....Here, here, here I am I
.....my dreams, my desires
.....the way I expose myself, the way I smile
.....Here I stand, silent in the fuss

Don't leave, please, stay for a long time
even if it won't save me, no
but without you I don't know how
Love me like you love a friend
who is leaving forever
I want you to love me
because I don't know that well
how I should love my half me

.....Here, this is who I am
.....as naked as I stand here
.....there is nothing more
.....Here I stand in the fuss and in the storm
.....Please look at me
.....to my eyes and my hands
.....This is all I have to offer
.....my mouth, my cry
.....Here I am, here I am, here
.....here, here
.....here, here

So what are the facts?

Just unforgettable, are --


my reconstructions.

My perspective between the rusty leaves
is a dream house on the edge of the forest
picked up on the way, in the fall

Rich colours in the sun caress
the wooden skin flakes
of Mother Earth

and I am passing by
just a moment
a guest

The audience isn't

listening to the concert --


It's background music.

As a priest one serves

in the churches in the hell --


of confessionals.

The long way back
to my skin's old threshold
limits, replacing the alarm
with a notification
without crisis consultation

and more
than the sensation
of smells and tastes
and more
than the satisfaction
of strength and fatigue

and more
than laughing muscles to feel
there is contact
in between thinking
Placing a lot at a distance
to have space close by

to be balanced
and to love myself
to accept touches
uninhibited, not creeping
like the scent of wisteria

Everything goes slow,

his walking, his answering --


Always three dots first...

I want to kiss her,

but not wake her up, because --


then she'll start talking.

Prosperity fat

cannot escape gravity --


it sags to the grave.

The corner café

must close, because times have changed --


There is a new law.

Away with the vice

squad-patriarchy: I am --


Boss Of My Belly!

The nights are silent,

the ferries out of service --


everyone in bed.

The white butterfly

moves, to save it, I quickly --


put out the candle.