After the **** breach,

somewhere in the water, still --


a howling siren.

I didn't even live by a river
yet again I stare into the distance

at nothing, at the water
that cannot choose either

where it ends up
over which toxic grounds
and prickly expectations
diluted, frozen or eaten
by a thousand kilometers of sun

Black wings of homesickness
grow on my shoulders

but I know I'm covered
by the lion of my duties

to people like me
who once left somewhere
dreaming, to learn
that there is no way back
to their youth

You left us behind,

there is distance now, increased --


by a few letters.

Who of the great saints

has lived up to all of them:


the Ten Commandments?

The bookkeeper counts

the legacy, a drawer --


filled up with poems.

Look for a long time -

you'll merge into the colour:


into It, Something.

I am an island,

I just have to wait and see --


if Love docks with me.

In the gusts of wind,

the waves foam yellowish green --


and.. a boat dances.

Here, the urban crowd,

and there, an extensive field --


I'm feeling lonely.

Sadness disappears

in ever wider circles --


of re-retelling.

Deep into the night,

he read, deep into the words –


We're digging him out.

He is sweet, but a man
In order to protect me
he loses

himself in impotence
acting tall
doesn't want to be consolable

on his haunches in the corner
hesitates to change
and ponders about a miracle

from himself, hungrily
the fire beats out of his heart
searching for fuel and glory

seeking balance and afraid
to find it in the ashes
of his desires

The past heroes rest

in the dilapidated --


inn that the world is.

Above the pilgrims

it flies, the large parasol:


a butterfly swarm.

The sky is clear blue,

the day is new, I am free --


from expectations.

At night, full trains standing still
between the erigeron
The grass **** wobbles a bit

The water sighs
little waves over the railway
Geese splash around

Bye Atlantis
Bye floating gardens
Thank you, all the best

We're flying out
the earth is open
Where to, where to?

Rombom, the sun will come
Zirconium sparkles, colours
expectation everywhere

It paints our desire
promises us love and happiness
- a fabulastic home

The white butterfly

moves, to save it, I quickly --


put out the candle.

I want to kiss her,

but not wake her up, because --


then she'll start talking.

Away with the vice

squad-patriarchy: I am --


Boss Of My Belly!

Less manual work,

more machines, does that make us --


more and more happy?

Slap, slap, the stickers

instantly turn my body --


into an object.

Magic requires that

you see exactly what's there:


real reality.

The girl I follow

would really like to kiss me --


if she just knew me.

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

Whatever reasons

we suggest, we will do it --


mainly for ourselves.

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

So what are the facts?

Just unforgettable, are --


my reconstructions.

Happiness: beware,

if you prefer to spare it --


you will choke on it.

You say 'Here it is',

'goodbye', and you go, away --


from the restaurant.

The prelate opens

the ancient reliquary:


holy is the dust.

Unsatisfied needs

will accumulate to waves --


of ferocity.

On a parachute

I'm gliding into the day --


I jumped from my dream.

People's fame only

lasts a short time, that I learned --


from theatre plays.

It's Friday the thirteenth
again. I stay at home
due to circumstances:

a dragging wind
and storming sirens
The cameras break

taboos and peek
into windowless sleeping
rooms, front pieces

after the wind of roughskirts
who celebrate their gains
in stinking silence. I close

the curtains, my eyes and mouth
I'm not here, hello hello
don't you see I'm not here

and I can do nothing about it -
absent due to circumstances
which I can do nothing about

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)

She submerges us

in a great deluge of words --


We're completely soaked.

Parties everywhere,

in every house there's something --


worth celebrating.

My world and I were

growing, as long as we grew --


death did not exist.

Something's happening,

more and more people pass on --


what they do not know.

You stroke me, I am

quiet like a church before --


the ***** glories.

Beauty: a flower,

two people in love, or three --


high bar releases.

There, deeply planted

by your finger mouth, the seed --


tickles in my soil.

Around your presence,

everything becomes gloomy --


So stay in my eyes!

Look, a dragonfly

reflects the sun in a flash –


then… nothing is left.

Flight fantasies, vacation
'Mind your step'
Security procedures, waiting at the gate

I close my eyes
my thoughts take the autowalk
to destinations with a runway

The lock of the jetway fails
one meter before the cabin door
'Mind your step'

.....Flight fantasies, security
.....'Tomorrow I'll get there'
.....Security procedures, waiting at the fence

.....I close my eyes
.....my thoughts take a high flight
.....to a future on the other side

.....I land in a camp again
.....at a higher fence, a closed gate
.....'Tomorrow I'll get there'

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

First you slurp water,

and from inside, it slurps you:


isn't that called drowning?

Quarrels, the little

war at home, my fear of your --


being different.

There's a museum

called Ministry of the Sea --


No coast anymore.

Bump, bump, with those blows

on my head I can't think what --


to do about it.