The clouds chasing grey

and fierce, over the canal --


a flock of starlings.

Facts are like bags, they

only stand when you fill them --


with your affection.

Total harmony

of the universe: the drone


hole in God's big Ear.

I'm whirling, whirling

around my heart, there's a gate --


it's the gate to love.

Safety: high walls all

around, and a large bell jar --


with firing angels.

I have woken up,

where am I? In an ocean --


of sleeping silence?

There's a thunderstorm,

lightning above me, rumbling --


deep beneath my feet.

Come, take your clothes off

and clamp yourself, I'll give you --


my arms and my legs.

The large pipe *****

rumbles doom, heading for me --


with its air soldiers.

The old man watches

the bathing girl in the lake --


and the sun goes down.

The deer is close by,

it breathes and looks, motionless –

I feel being seen.

The lunar orbit,

the decline of my body:


it all goes slowly.

He makes no contact

with life, his blood is flowing --


without energy.

I looked at his hands
as if there was blood on them
and I cursed him
He stayed calm and read

in my eyes the shape
that he had to put on
to win me
His amorousness pushed boundaries

We had long conversations
and made future
plans for the world
as it should be

with us shining in the middle
as a sun that doesn't need to
be applauded, but simply exists
to share richly what it has

The planets follow their orbits
understanding and friendship drop down
and our hands do the work
Sometimes bleeding

I'm fully fed up

with plans, it is unhealthy –


I'd better give birth.

The future eats me,


which I don't mind, as long as --



I feel the chewing.

In me and in you

there is a black void, and God --


fits in exactly.

They are ponderous,

real men, no, nothing boyish --


recognisable.

The gum bubble bursts,

people scream about profit


motives: blue ******!

There are knocks, no ring

at the door, I open it --


for a little boy.

There's enough spring green

for one hundred thousand eyes --


I only have two.

It's the old story:
Everything Becomes New
Everything Becomes Young, so cruel
is the beauty of life

which sacrifices adults
to their fault
their most grievous fault
of ageing

They still can stay, wise
and competent or not
if they give up their place
earlier than they are ready

Maybe they will then understand
that they also have jockeyed for
position in the past, and even worse
that nobody has benefited from it

so that sacrifices to youth do not exist
There are only real needs to sacrifice
the wasting ego to, and let's hope
there will be hospitable compassion

She just watches it

with indifference, smiling --


irritatingly.

Numbers: Eight times eight?

When I am in doubt I know --


that I am in love.

It's about childhood,

well, a difficult childhood --


Who could do without?

Office is a place

of meeting where people talk --


and that creates work.

I must travel light,

otherwise I won't succeed --


to comprehend things.

Drowning refugees,

sailing to the other side --


of their hope, their dream.

The peonies have

been stolen from the garden --


It's an empty day.

Do I hate my job?

No, not enough to quit and --


start doing nothing.

The café is full,

I am outside and I feel --


the comfort that's there.

Why aren't there angels

keeping watch, not even here --


in Los Angeles?

The old threshold is

not worn out, my visitors --


step right over it.

Swimming in windows

dark with all the office ink:


the ghostly white fish.

The warm baths around
the eternal flame and the holy
water of the source
are a mystery
in which I am at home

My desire jumps
from man to man
spring after spring after every rest
- thirteen weeks a year
  to learn to understand everything -

To whom shall I give me
shall I give the chance
to impregnate me?
- 500 times the summer fire
  flaring up in my body -

Tired, confused, not knowing
what is going on inside me
I'm floating in the autumn bath
- it puts me together again
  into a calm woman -

But in the spring, the spring
I step forward reborn
as a fatal woman
- young again and again
  always a ****** -

Will this be goodbye,

our happiness a photo --


of a splendid day?

Trying to find an

attitude, as attitude --


staying on the side.

I do as I like,

Mum stays calm, I don't know if --


I even exist.

It is religious

that I desire to touch you --


receive your power.

Via Via I do approximately know who I am
someone among all the people

who keep the city alive
and show me my soul
We feed each other, therefore eat
each other as one body
mankind, hungering to live
approximately knowing who we are
among each other and the rest
on our long way
up, down
and around

The goals I had, lost
and not missed, lost
in ubuntu

Come all through the gate

of our wedding: Be welcome --


to our paradise!

At times a boat, car,

or delivery, the town --


has been ruralised.

Crippled, skinny gull
puddles in the potholes
of empty streets

holes in the walls
the school closed, no one
who could leave stayed

after the riots
no one who was released
from the cells

Losses have been taken
suitcases packed
the water shut off

Old town, dead harbour
where I was at home and would
have liked to come back

clean your white steps
turn on your lights, please
turn on, turn on again

The minister has

a large first-aid kit with him --


He knows the devil.

The Buddha statue

lives crystal clear in the freeze --


melting in the sun.

Disillusionment:

seeing the ridiculous --


ignoring beauty.

Talking and joking,

with you, here, at my home, but --


it's not a visit!

In the commotion,

police officers salute --


in all directions.

I go, you remain

silent before you ask me:


May I come with you?

The dancer, amazed,

keeps revealing secret doors --


that no one can see.