I see no flat earth,

when I look down from the plane --


yet the trees are flat.

To my arms rushes

the happiness of her eyes --


straight into my heart.

Ah, I would like to

educate my enemies --


And my friends as well.

I take the highest

stone, the very mountain top --


and I throw it down.

The tears of her heart

sizzle in the tamped ashes –


of her loneliness.

When I'm furious,

I react inhumanely:


neighbours are a prey.

The fish requests for

asylum, with a suitcase –


I open my mouth.

He is leaving me,

though I tried my best so much --


It was not enough.

He comes to bathe me

in his yellow butterflies –


of amourousness.

Changing one's name
after a scandal, it works
with time

Cain could do everything
he made tools
grew beans and grasses
with edible seeds and
built a house of loam

He created what he invented
but who still wants to know now?
His name has been black-washed

so the grandchildren just
had to deny him, no
their grandfather was Seth
the only real
son of Adam and Eve

who dug little canals
and made bedsteads
who created what he invented

Masculinity,

of all men, is just nothing --


of value in love.

You softly knead love

into my skin, you mould me –


godly beautiful.

Maybe I shall die,

but after that I'll come back --


it's so great with you!

If I ever find

you here whatsitcalled, you will --


whatsitcalled feel it!

The plants will show you

where it is passable here:


the Questioning Bog.

The sky is blue and cold today
as if the atmosphere is thinner
and I can sense the void

under which the houses are small
and low, meaningless
fleeting and interchangeable

The old timber factory seems to be leaking
On the right side of the base
smoke rises from the building

as if a reversed draught
through the black chimney hole
absorbs, from distant stars, seas
of gigawatts of power for the city

He's very jealous

of his wife's dearest loved one --


whom he has to play.

Counting down how much

longer it will last: the clock --


of being in love.

The further I am

travelling, the less I know --


actually know.

I'm getting older:

more experiences, more --


different from you.

Watch out, love wants all

your attention and to go --


to bed in good time.

Don't infect yourself

with this rotten parasite --


your own memory.

Because I don't have time
I just like to waste the day
unwashed in a bathrobe

Being myself, at home
in my city bunker -
in front of the window
that mirrors on the outside

If you fly past it
you will see sparrows
being chased off the seed
by ducks who then flee

from the gull army
which has hardened its beaks
four times in the gastric acid
of the Duck family

I am safely offside
and what I don't like
I erase from the screen

Being in love, blind,

but don't be blind later on --


It would be the end.

With dry pods and bags

filled with granules we're rising --


little whirls of wind.

Come into my arms,

leave your body, discover --


the soul of your soul.

We'll wash the dishes,

talking between silences --


only, do not sing!

I suspect a cow

in the meadow at night, there --


the black spots that move.

It's very secret,

so I don't tell anyone --


not even myself.

Shreds of promises,

once for sale: advertising


canvas in the weeds.

Get to know yourself:

listen to what's being said --


listen and translate.

Women being watched

when they enter, nervously --


cling to their handbags.

Powerless people

are like powerful people:


mad at the others.

For a year I did

what I love to do, not all –


I wanted to do.

Kabul: enthralling

my eye to the moons shining --


on its countless roofs.

Shall I open up

to this man, shall I venture --


on falling in love?

War: I run away,

then it steals the sounds I have --


not taken with me.

Spiritual life

is empty, you'll find nothing --


Everything is there!

Daddy was in my bed
long ago, I keep that
in the oval Choclat tin can
with my straw yellow hair
      
from the first time
it was cut by daddy
Mum was in the kitchen
wearing her slippers
      
He waited impatiently
for the porridge and took the scissors
Then, his porridge was too hot
and mum's was too cold

So he moved on
to my plate, creak
my chair broke
Weird but true

my porridge was delicious, just right
just as it should, satisfied
daddy took a nap in my bed
It wasn't too hard and not too soft

just right, just as it should

The wind blows away

all that love has been, it is --


rustling in the trees.

Unrest. Lotte is ill
I grab my backpack
my compass and some clothes
put on my boots, a jacket
and I'm out of doors

On my way to Lotte
Being alone with myself
As long as I'm on the road
she will live
she will not die

She's not going to die, it mustn't be
She's not going to die, she's not going to die
No, no, not now, not yet
It's not the time yet
She mustn't, she won't

My steps stomp
The earth shakes
Where I go, a bison rumbles
Where I rest, a mountain rests
When I'm there, she'll be alive

I'm rowing away

from my love, pulling the oars –


that I have not yet.

An exploded world
inside out
unfaltering

the water swallowed up
and the crust an asphalt sea
a dead sea, wasteland

where no cattle can graze
and everyone starves
is a horror dream

of one and a half hours
in the cinema hall
Outside we rely

on nuclear bombs and smart solutions
for a humane environment
because there is no growth

in placenta earth

I just stopped writing

that diary of mine since --


it is never true.

He still remembers

so many things from his past --


they'll never wear off.

The rapini and the nuts
I buy from the gnomes
the rest is delivered
under the green rooflet

Not that I need much
lead and gold are just wishes
maybe a happiness
in other people's eyes

I rather live warmly
in satisfaction
a clean nest
of myself

proven solid
that aged it is
outside is chaos
and the evening chills

Princes, princesses,

like everyone, each of us --


is an honoured guest.

A day at the beach,

autumn does something to me --


but I don't know what.

From the beginning

they seek us, running, sniffing:


the poor human souls.

When it's the first time,

skating, dating, comforting --


Too bad! You are stiff!