There are knocks, no ring

at the door, I open it --


for a little boy.

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

The café is full,

I am outside and I feel --


the comfort that's there.

They are ponderous,

real men, no, nothing boyish --


recognisable.

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

Numbers: Eight times eight?

When I am in doubt I know --


that I am in love.

It is all pastel,

the light, the music and I --


this very spring day.

I'm the deputy

today, the students meekly --


look me to my place.

He makes no contact

with life, his blood is flowing --


without energy.

The future eats me,


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



I feel the chewing.

The buried people

are present in the silence --


rustling in the wind.

The peonies have

been stolen from the garden --


It's an empty day.

There's enough spring green

for one hundred thousand eyes --


I only have two.

Back in the Garden

of Love, I walk around lost --


among gravestones.

It's about childhood,

well, a difficult childhood --


Who could do without?

I must travel light,

otherwise I won't succeed --


to comprehend things.

In the kitchen, you put
some water on, set out cups
the kettle sings, the tea smells
and I look around, stroking
the velvet of the couch

thinking of the smooth sheet
on your bed, of the softness
of your mattress and my body
stretched out on it
naked as my hand

If only it doesn't happen
that you fall in love with me
and we let yourself go
in feelings that
will end our friendship

We've known each other for a long time
You know who I am
when you come into me
to be, to be
my home

Saturday: bags-day.

Groceries, sport, and ******* --


The day of unrest.

I do as I like,

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


I even exist.

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

At night I enchant

you with a kiss, then we'll both --


sing for happiness.

It's a merry day,

we dance on the earth *****:


feet full of music.

Swimming in windows

dark with all the office ink:


the ghostly white fish.

At times a boat, car,

or delivery, the town --


has been ruralised.

The single greatest

economic power is --


bribeandcorruption.

The Buddha statue

lives crystal clear in the freeze --


melting in the sun.

The click of the key
the shoes in the cabinet
the slight rustle in the toilet

and intimately the gleam
under the bathroom door, his smell
entering at my feet

I already know how
he slides towards me
carefully warming his hands

under his armpits
to caress me
from sleep to wonderful

and to make me stretch out
in a sea of time
where the wind rises

and hands and mouths
rush unstoppably
till the sky clears

And then
again

We say goodbye, short

- long - stop, the signalling code --


of: I think of you.

Come all through the gate

of our wedding: Be welcome --


to our paradise!

Will this be goodbye,

our happiness a photo --


of a splendid day?

It intrudes, kicks things

upside down and connects me --


to people: music.

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

It is religious

that I desire to touch you --


receive your power.

The dancer, amazed,

keeps revealing secret doors --


that no one can see.

Chapel in the woods:

inside, the flames are flaring --


autumnal silence.

Talking and joking,

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


it's not a visit!

Silently I call

your name, please come, hear my need --


listen with your soul.

After a few years,

his love is dull, his smell not --


pleasant anymore.

They steal her beauty

with compliments, and laugh at --


the mutilation.

I don't join in, I

don't live like the others do --


I don't live, they think.

A day without wine,

two glasses of wine at most --


just three large glasses.

In the commotion,

police officers salute --


in all directions.

What I meant to say

carefully, in my letter,


I have omitted.

I'm calm and quiet,

just as the windless world is --


in the autumn sun.

The lightning dances

yellowly on the ridges --


It's an event here.

The grand narratives

didn't really happen that way --


they are lies, true lies.

I am dizzy high

in the sky, I have no hold --


other than a rose.

He sniffs, grazing
he comes closer
Only the birds watch

Warm breath explores
the skin of my desire
I smell what it does to him

Carefully he licks me
I let go of the world
My body trembles

in my consciousness, nameless
in his eyes, this is real
Not romance

The famous writer

never needs that many words --


just: The sea is large.

I go, you remain

silent before you ask me:


May I come with you?