Two people will form

a community, any --


trio will split up.

The businesses closed,

quiet in the streets, and yet --


crowded in the parks.

A glimpse of grandad,

he left immediately --


yet I still smell him.

Father is the black

next to the red smouldering --


of the cigar tip.

Don't be sad, let go

of separation rush, dive --


into a wide life.

Small rings in her ears

are festive, and big earrings --


even more festive.

I remember one

evening, and so many more --


of those there have been...

Buzzing everywhere,

the oasis full of bees --


All flowers empty.

An automatic

pilot does not make mistakes --


fatal ones at most.

What does my father

smell like inside, how much worse --


than his stinking breath?

A girl passed by, the sound I heard
was fast and flashy like a bird's
A shining flower in her hair
a new song dancing in the air

Perhaps her very heart could twine
on me and then unite with mine
And coming in my depths of night
her glance would put me in the light!

But too outdated is my head...
Farewell, sweet ray that shines on me
your perfume, youth, the harmony...
This happiness had to pass. It fled!

I have walked for hours

and I didn't see anyone --


yet there is a path.

Don't ask 'How are you?'

if you really want to know --


Behaviour tells you.

I wish to begin

the day without reserve, like --


the skylark, cheerful.

Behind the curtain

of his music he dances:


the master flautist.

The squatting men place

the spittoon further away --


and aim into it.

She watches her child,

and follows it in her mind --


as guardian angel.

Barefoot, my mother

squats next to me in the grass --


very intimate.

In our character,

our convictions make imprints --


of unfree conduct.

After making love

I do feel just enough cold --


to feel that I'm strong.

Cooking eggs, I watch

the bubbles in the water --


to dance around in.

Here is the hotspot:

a meander of people --


queueing for a shot.

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The Welcome signposts

lead me deep into the maze --


At Shot I am out.

Far away - the world,

high - the walls around the yard --


pale - the morning light.

Step aside! Don't speak

of what you don't understand --


This road is our road!

Family needs to

be lovely: each other's crown


witness, a party!

Emperors on their

pedestals look over me --


into an old time.

Life is beautiful,

that's why people are longing --


for La Merica.

Duties fascinate

me, but when they're done I know --


they don't mean too much.

I thank him and he

says politely: 'No problem' --


That's not: 'With pleasure' ?

Don't trust him! He's nuts,

he even confuses Kant --


with Schopenhauer!

I'm fully present,

my body, all my senses --


here, in this garden.

A violinist

lightly strokes the sheep gut with --


tightly stretched horsehair.

Bright flashes of light,

the rigging and the heather --


screaming the loudest.

After my education is the party
Everyone at table, now
we are going into the world
solve the problems
There's nothing better

We can do it
We are entitled to it
Everything is possible
Who does what?
Who has a plan?

.....We didn't agree
.....and that was against us
.....The deal is off
.....No happiness for all people
.....Mission Failed

.....A hard lesson
.....to be more or all the less
.....realistic
.....or both, if you can be young
.....and old at the same time

My nose in the cat,

the fur smells lovely, like a --


freshly steamed blanket.

Are dissertations

anti-science? Given that --


they're unreadable?

Travelling isn't fun,

I struggle to go, hoping --


to arrive quickly.

The storm sweeps away

everything, there is nothing --


just a shoreless sea.

We pile up power

and build the tallest tower --


Then it collapses.

I came for you, not for the wood
that you make me touch, polished
with a gold-jointed split here and there --

the simplicity-beauty
of the song of time on the lute
of life, your life

You show me the snaps
and stretch the evening, you stretch yourself
to the goodnight in the hallway

In the guest bed, I caress the wood
of your heart, so much do I want
to make it burn

not to sleep alone, not patiently
wait, but start the future
which you are now dreaming

great, not patiently wait
until you want me, I want to love you
at first sight

The radio waves

spin around me a wide web --


of nothing but space.

That light over there,

the outer side of the black --


that is the future.

I dare to get into bed with you
Your big mouth is too small
for the world, your heart too big

for me, here I am
Well, tell, then I'll dream
with you, about you

in a purple cloak
the skin of innocence and power
Very discreetly, very discreetly

you take revenge
on anyone who does not get into action
and just lets everything happen

You issue wise orders
that camouflage your agenda
Much trouble for nothing

for though you loathe them
they are not another species
they are like you

only not angry enough
to be able to choose
what is important

That is the seed
the seed of your anger
Everyone's passivity

Alone. Between lonely hearts
understanding misunderstood others
with attention, my password
the master key in my genes

Kicking I already did it
not yet capable of anything else
as a baby, as a grownup
no one should unlearn it

no one should claim it
when he feels hurt
by hurt people, wronged
by the world

of sham adults
Come, I'm coming, just swallow
your reproaches
for a kiss

A sleepy village,

the doors and shutters are closed --


Dogs barking loudly.

We are the winners,

all we don't know is listed --


in our manual.

When I dance, I am


an exhibitionist, yes --



with all my clothes on.

I walk twenty steps, five feet
down into the darkness
of buried secrets
on the outskirts of the oasis

I walk twenty steps, five feet
in the excavation
next to the shallow ditch
which was once a pond

Discovered from the sky
vaguely marked in the sand
by odd gauge values
of the substrate

Back into the light
where a man sits
on the roots of an old tree
looking at me

Compelling, he beckons me
pointing to his water bottle
and I realise
that he knows the answers

to the questions I shall ask
when he is no longer there

I want to forget,

absolutely not forget --


to forget something.

The fire is blazing,

so are the stories we tell --


setting us aglow.