Today I shall do

nothing, not like yesterday --


no, differently.

I took pictures of happiness:
dead sharp intimate couples
And I felt like a peeping tom

This is how it went everyone
who viewed the series
No one's heart was opened

Not even from the cheerfulness
or the suppressed sorrow
of laughing people

nor from children, their play
their earnestness and their sweet looks
It was a lot, but no happiness

Then the winners, the jubilant
pleasure that spouts into the sky
with thousands of hands

and the ****** peace of sleep
the open mouths, saggy faces
and scary dreams, again

the absence of happiness
which only comes down
at the very last, in the morgue

I remember both,

1: my memory device --


2: it doesn't apply.

The car is broken:

garage sentence. After that --


it is free to ride.

It's two lives in one:

everything's double or half --


being remarried.

I want to forget,

absolutely not forget --


to forget something.

The square is so full

of tourists, and so empty --


of life like back then.

A culpable hand

can clean itself by washing --


someone else's hand.

Prosperity fat

cannot escape gravity --


it sags to the grave.

It's normal to wish

to be special, do you think --


you are that common?

There are knocks, no ring

at the door, I open it --


for a little boy.

Men after the war:

they are still hard, their voices,


their hands, and their lust.

Memories, I had

few, in my youth, yet I thought --


they were worth nothing.

The cows are mooing,

sheep are bleating, and the wind --


disperses the seeds.

Eight pumps Premium,

one pump Regular: the world --


is turned upside down.

The truth in the lie

must be recognizable --


or the lie won't work.

I don't imitate,

I learn, and hope to become --


who I will be then.

In the maze city

people bounce around, always --


they will meet again.

I really love you,

but what you expect from me --


I can't bear no more.

I'm just pretending

when I go to sleep again --


as if you are there.

A day without wine,

two glasses of wine at most --


just three large glasses.

The harbour bell blocks

all men with colourful socks --


in the Northern Docks.

The girl I follow

would really like to kiss me --


if she just knew me.

Wherever I stay,

the trees from home keep growing --


growing in my heart.

Travel like a tree,

as if I'm always at home --


The world's coming past.

I need strange hard hands

to plough me, tearing apart --


your roots inside me.

A black word is quick;

it strikes irrevocably --


and right in the heart.

On my way to you

I climb the mountain of time --


that hides everything.

I weigh pleasures, tears,

blossom, and birdsong against --


the weight of the world.

I am dizzy high

in the sky, I have no hold --


other than a rose.

My soul searches you,

I fly further and further --


and I do not land.

With scraps of paper

I am lighting little lights --


in hearts of readers.

In the land you dreamed

for us, I still wait for you --


dead and buried there.

Tender is the night

in which you ardently love --


what will elude you.

Things just float over

my retina to the dark --


of oblivion.

You stroke me, I am

quiet like a church before --


the ***** glories.

I then thought I knew

what love is, and I said yes --


yes, I do love you.

My heart is racing,

it spins like a wheel, craving --


to roll unto you.

I quiesce the storm

and welcome my enemies --


people just like me.

People only change

when someone else forces them --


They can't change themselves.

His farewell wishes

were: take good care of yourself --


and one another.

And now? Again this

'Now', that mat under our feet --


keeps slipping away.

Step by step I walk

through the landscape, more and more --


it penetrates me.

When I'm furious,

I react inhumanely:


neighbours are a prey.

Powerless people

are like powerful people:


mad at the others.

You don't understand

me, very well, start thinking --


what I meant to say.

It's blue that I like

best, at this very moment --


it is purple blue.

My abraded knee

is bleeding, I keep looking --


So beautiful red!

I will not tell you

what happened, you have to choose --


the past that is yours.

The angel attacked,

my blood dripped into the snow --


till the sun came up.