Making people laugh

is risky, because they will --


force you to do it.

We sit in silence,

the silence of our state-room --


echoing silence.

The dinner table

is stylishly set, spotless --


Sorry, except me.

It is empty on the Grand Square
The guide tells about the past
His words blow over

Birds above the roofs, white clouds
it takes a long time
until we go for a drink

In the café we cross over
in each other's language
to the streets where we live

and everything is the same
in a different way

We sing along to the songs
of our teenage years and toast
the world that is becoming ours

I stall for time, don't want to let go
of the guide, I'd like take him with me
and show him around my own city

let him see with my eyes
after seeing what he saw
not knowing what he was thinking

Between some remains

and undigested houses:


underground parking.

Love does prove itself

in attentively hearing --


of what is not said.

It's raining tonight

on our summer memories --


They are washed away.

Only experiences count
now that every day matters:
new activities
beauty to the full

and attention to me
The rest, I clear out
What I have saved for years
I throw away neatly

in wrapping paper
or I fold flowers from it
witch will get dusted
in memory

of my company
our meetings
which cannot wait
We give each other

this day, everything
that can be intimate between
people in the passing
of an ordinary day

I do the fun things
that everyone says
he'd like to do, with you
and you and you and you

Live an eternal

present, or learn your lessons --


time and time again.

Each sway turns over

another sway, all night long --


we keep on dancing.

It's a tradition, an old superstition
the night is hot
we'll go and do it
as soon as everyone is asleep
we sneak out of the house

leaving our husbands
as to take a ***

It is not far to the rock
with the flat stripe of white
In the light of the moon
we *** indeed
with laughter

while ******* for the picture
because we want to have proof

We slide our **** warm
over the pale stripe in the middle
of the Chilchliflue. Landed
in the grass, we feel
with each other

for the beginning
of a baby in our belly

A group deforms you:

you must conform, be alike --


or will be kept out.

Life is beautiful,

despite misunderstandings –


and troubles with ***.

My signature then:

who I was, sixteen years old --


with a line through it.

A good intention

just comes down to self-knowledge --


and being content.

Moon behind branches –

Don't think about it, but look:


moon behind branches.

The hour has struck
Immediately we forget the time
and wish each other all the best
and boredom

that blessed can do everything
with the peaceful ticking
of grandma's clock without the hands
of an agenda that calls Action!

New Year, the realization
that time in ourselves never passes
In one body we are years
of experiences that are not closed

but do themselves well
on new discoveries and occasionally
set us thinking
about how it all comes together

Oh, my dear darling,

no theory is correct --


when I comes to you.

My wish is that they...

want the same thing as I do:


the best. United.

We talk searchingly,

confidentially, as if --


we are weaving dreams.

In a tangle are

the snowflakes dancing about:


winter mosquitoes.

Can people still have a discussion with me?
I can confront you
with my falter
That searching, the slow
which I can hardly bear myself?
And what do you think of me?

I'm getting smaller, too small
for everything and everyone
I know, more and more
is falling off my world
Dependent on friends
who need me

So nothing seems to have changed
but it's not like that
not the way it was
not what I was worth
I know too well what it is
to endure the day depressed

It may take a long time
that I'm not there for a while
Lost in unreachable thoughts
until I sound again like
I'm doing better
than I'm telling you

We like each other,

your big nose, my port-wine stain --


are not to be spurned.

The tuba stays here,

I can't play it anymore --


this very last time.

Spring seizes my eye,

I really have to hold on --


pull it into bed.

High above the horses' corral, the sun
Cutting in the deserted streets
Shutters closed
No fighters and no smugglers
no silver diggers, no luck

Only angry eyes that have seen her
Men go around with clubs
they comb out all the houses
That angel has to leave

I pull her inside, next to my pounding heart
she kisses me until it is over, the dog is alert
and licks her hand, mama is working
dad drinks all day

We wait for the night
I will go with her
away from here, this is not my home
it is a grave, a hollow stone
on which my name never will be written

It's only a game,

therefore there are no losers --


only new chances.

He is trying so hard

that he doesn't realise he --


makes no impression.

The way he behaves,

imitating me, never --


I would act like that!

Old people stiffen
They eat less and less
That's the beginning

of their end, but I want to go ahead
I crawl and waddle until I can run
and in the meantime I do magic
and grow myself taller

I am impetuous, at least
in the desires that bud
from my soul
regardless of season

There is a hungry growth blazing
in me, I eat to keep on
eating, there is so much
to reach to, I jump

and I eat, I live

The farmer has cows,

some poultry with a watchdog --


and holiday guests.

God is a nuisance:

He is constantly present –


but always sleeping.

Look at the hippo,

then you'll cease to be amazed --


at human beings.

In cities, country-

men speak softly, everywhere --


someone will listen.

Waking up, lightly

balancing between repose --


and my brand new day.

It has to be done!

Let's go: into the mirror --


without a blindfold!

The underworld is

close at hand: ****, poo and junk --


slimy and rotting.

In the city there are many doors
that are open at night
to being awake
experiencing something together
across the threshold
no longer being an outsider

In the city there are many sidewalks
where people stand
and explore distant areas
with flexible words
questions and mental leaps
to become familiar with them

In the city there are many gardens
where children play, birds
whistle and all year round, flowers
attract bees and people
to come and feast
on the nectar of the day

Paradise is paved, everywhere
you can park in front of the door now
Pink walls and plastic flowers:
places where people like to be

Isn't it a shame that only afterwards
you open your eyes for what you had?
Paradise is paved, everywhere
you can park in front of the door now

All trees are saved, come, have a look
in the greenhouses of the museum!
It is not expensive to see them all
and you get bees and butterflies too!

There are greenhouses everywhere, no spots
on the apples, they won't even get brown
But last night the door slammed shut
and my beloved left in a big taxi

*** in the morning

is nice, before the duties --


we may for a while.

The road has lost us,

we have left it, over there --


it's looking for us.

Deep into the night
they felt like winners
The blood had flowed
and it was not theirs

But at dawn
the corpses lay down
with the frightened women
and crying children

in their heads
Occupied, nothing wants to
flow in their bodies
Betrayal! Betrayal!

Ghosts and rats
lick the anger
and play hide and seek
in the maze of lies

about the heroic battle
for the fatherland
and its powerful fathers
with their forked tongue

My poet friends sleep,

it's quiet, I look at them --


eat a banana.

You're desirable,

a fridge, ajar and steaming --


The fire leaking out.

'Love you too', you say.

It sounds like an echo, like --


something from the past.

The leaves are fragile,

at the slightest they come off --


caution! breathe softly!

Flat pillar of salt,

my fixed image of mama --


Beloved photo.

Back 'home' after years.

What will I come across there?


Can it still exist?

The elderly man

is between living and dead --


famously asleep.

Let me my habits
Let me, let me inside
Give me a shelter
Give me a kiss

.....Take me
.....Protect me
.....Give me your magic
.....Give me what I need

Then I'll give you my blood
I will pump it outwards
I will blood on your belly
I will blood in your mouth

.....Danger is everywhere
.....just a blow away
.....Love is everywhere
.....just a kiss away

Happiness is elusive
The pie turns around
Happiness is elusively
nearby

.....Let me bleed
.....in your storm
.....Let me bleed
.....in your heart