The castle ruins

have an imposingly high --


ceiling with real stars.

If you don't forgive

you'll drink poison, hoping that --


the other suffers.

Covered by the night

I visit you secretly --


That is the rumour.

I'm looking for words

to understand my unease --


Oh, it is so vague!

Together we pick

handfuls, there's gold everywhere --


the buttercup gold.

*** since the helminths,

derailed into a big deal --


for human beings.

My love spell on you:

take only notice of me --


only care of me.

The Director stands

in his room like a farmer --


in his own courtyard.

I wandered through the village
in the woods of densely formed trunks
and I was told that it is not a forest

but a tree, I drank sweet tea
under the ******* aerial roots
and the thick foliage above it

The woman I spoke to, laughed
at my wonder and took my hand
She led me to the middle

where our surrender embraced the trunk
which was too thick for four outstretched arms
The red ribbons touched our head

Back on the terrace on the edge
where the young trunks in the lake
form a living canopy

we saw a flight of parrots
The birds were shouting at us
'No Hurry', they yelled every time

when they passed in the bright colours
of their message: 'No Hurry!
Be Wappy!'

Are there any saints?

Possibly, they always hide –


like the unicorns.

When he concentrates,

his legs begin to tremble –


then he says something.

People are equal,

Article 1 states, but who --


does obey the law?

Shadows slide along

the tree line in the evening:


the wood gatherers.

On the photo you don't see
that the water stands still
and you can think

that the sea has almost taken
the land and the house
will soon drift away

A person just has to take
other points of view
to find out something

and to keep living in the world
not in appearances, not in set
pieces of one's own fantasy

empty, unless actors populate them
of whom you no longer know after a while
whether they are acquaintances of you

but your own images nestle
in your head, they fit exactly
whereas the world is uncomfortable

There is no wisdom

in the East, no, everywhere --


people are foolish.

With their girl, tough men

melt, she is already soft --


she gets tough later.

The sun hangs on
just above the water
With romantic feelings
the old people look

at us on the rocks
where we read to each other
They don't see the ants
only our young bodies
and in mind, they add the lizards

A foghorn sounds at sea
but there is nothing to see
until suddenly around us
the bathers on the concrete blocks
become who they seemed to be:

ghosts cherishing themselves
in the warmth on their skin
They turn around and wait
sleeping for the sun

I'm waiting in bed,

wondering who to invite --


if you don't come soon?

From now on, dare to

be tough, firm and resistant --


more than a man's wish.

Toilets overflow,

trains cannot run on the tracks:


copper is golden.

Automatic face

recognition: wearing masks --


for your privacy.

Hi boy with the bike on the vase full of bloom
.........................................................pl­oom ploom
hi chair by the table
hi bread on the table
hi fisherman-fish with the pipe
........................and
hi fisherman-fish with the cap
.................cap and pipe
..........of the fisherman fish
..........................hi

Hi-i fish
hi sweet fish
hi little fishy mine

The perfect woman

is from marble, and barefoot –


she stays where she is.

Narcissus prefers

to play alone, with mirrors --


as his string quartet.

Something sings beneath

reality, there's the beat --


of a heart, loudly.

Possibility, chance, no coincidence
fate or god, but the outcome
of the self-learning program

in our heads, the decisions
lay already enclosed within us
as our future, our path

You came down the stairs
stopped in the hall
and looked at me

called unexpectedly
lovingly my name
said you

will get mail from me:
the promise that bound me
during your holiday

I looked for a secret code
in the text on your cards
and only found my longing

All beginnings are difficult, but
shall his heart grow with mine
and will not matching sensitivities

be given a warm place anyway?
Can it be big like an elephant?

It already is, trumpets one
yeah ha ha ha, stamp the others
grandma Phant blows my hair in a mess

don't hold on to your questions
she says, better come with us

She trunks me between her ears
chatting about phants and people
with their peculiarities

we reach a wide field
of waving colours

The children phants start tasting them
crushing more flowers than they pick
but with love, new ones grow

you see, grandma Phant says
it's easy

if you give space to the sun

If only love was

contagious, only too bad --


only bacilli.

I waved back to him,

to the fluttering greeting --


A sleeve without arm.

Dark clouds in the sunset glow
there's an invisible death below

Amidst apartment blocks, I stroll
around and around a new black hole
of concentrated matter

A broken-winged cargo plane smashed
friends of friends of friends of mine

It is quiet after the blow
I want to hear what I don't want to know
and then kiss away the danger
be it with a stranger

Caress me, caress me, make me glory
for a night, let me forget this story

Was I waked
by rattling buckets
like ticking rain

against the roar
the whistling inhalation
and the musing sighs

of the ***** monster?
Curved pipes *******
into space, everything shifts

until I no longer have a hold
and my body dissolves in trance
between wringing sounds

Compact like a saucer
I swing increasingly heavy
through octaves of space debris

with withheld breath
looking forward to the redeeming
light of the eternally distant

gravity, which will
melt and burn me
if I ever arrive

A false siren song lures me
with harmonies in which
the dashboard lights up

my thoughts clear again
to chart a course
and go away

from this depression
as if there are destinations
Hope and desire

tumble through the stardust
like the splashing water
from the sources of the Moldau

The monster roars again -
Maddening at the risk
of bursting asunder

and dispersing
in debris, ticking
against the silence

like the end of a downpour
But after the calm masses roll
towering over it, ever

I float
between dream and deed
Sleeplessly

I babble a bit
wading in acquiescence
Songless

A silvery sky,

dark and quiet the mountains --


as if sound asleep.

You did, you said: I.

How dare you! What do you think!


That you are something?

Farewell: we don't eat,

it just seems that way, as you --


also see in plays.

Sometimes the sunlight

glints in the drop that I am --


in the sea of life.

Farewell, I just wave

my empty hands a little --


to get rid of it.

Karma: taking care

of yourself and your neighbours --


now and now and now.

Early morning mist,

hanging about in the buzz --


of the rising sun.

The psychiatrist

desperately deals hard blows --


to me, to my thoughts.

My father is dead,

he says nothing, but I know --


what he would say now.

People are party

to politics for the peace --


of self-interest.

A big party, we

laugh and sing, louder, wilder,


and more and more -- free.

My diligent half

does homework, my dreaming half --


still lingers with her.

The heart and dagger

on the dark jar lure me, ask --


me to pick it up.

I awake with a start, from the heat
as if you were lying heavy on me

I don't make a sound, sleepily I turn
the duvet down. You are not here

The door is locked
it's quiet in the house

I think of Missy in the other room
see her eyes light up in the basket

pricked up at the slightest sound
I make, a sigh

turning my pillow over
the thought of a caress

Being in love may be enough
care and company, I can organise

I shouldn't want everything
and yet I must, I want to

give myself everything
as much as possible

Making up stories

together, that is the core --


of relationships.

Here too, policemen

coming to deport me to --


a death of torture.

My things keep quiet,

they are absent in my home --


till I pick them up.

The sand wants to be

here, or on the other side --


not in the middle.

My work is simple,

I too am averagely --


uninteresting.