Friday, January 27, 2012

Carved by a river

Just imagine a rock
Carved by a river
In millions of years
Just imagine
The patience, persistence
Continuous resistance
So that one gives
Little by little
In to the other
A piece of river
Carved into a rock

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Something else was the matter


Today in the morning
I read a letter
About roses and keeping them
Free of Rosegrower’s grief.
Something else was the matter.

What I read was a
Midsummer Letter
Enfolding a poet’s Midlife Belief;
How could I feel
So close to his grief?

When the mind of a poet dances 
Around universal constellations,
We are reduced to atoms and chances;
Not this one; he did not shout out
But reached into substantial relations

Infused with free will
And a dash of psychosis
Providing some form of crude explanation
For this creeping unease to chill
On stage of a drama

Called life. A huge play
Resembling the Simpsons or Futurama.
In comic lies wisdom, 
A humorous madman
In life lies decay.

Monday, January 23, 2012

For a fraction

I remember someone
Was with me
Sitting at the table
While I sat over there
In poetry
I looked at his chair
For a fraction
I remember silhouettes
In stereo
A song and a trumpet
Smoky off beat
Someone died in New York
Because he was special
I know I heard his voice
On radio
Because he was dead

Ermines die for them

I surrounded myself
With combs I never use
I count their teeth
Naming each one of them
After kings without name
Without beard and without golden crown
But I know of their cloaks

A drip of blood on snow
Melts with the Spring
Floats with a current
And trickles into soil
To satisfy underground lakes
Appeasing my thirst
While I count teeth

Completely out-of-vogue
Ermines die for them

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The other girl's smile

She danced
Pretending to breathe
He took off her skin
Hidden behind another girl’s smile
She had to leave
Only to have him follow
For one glimpse
She wished she was
The other girl’s smile

The only leftover

He washed his hair
One hand fell 
Into the drainage
He saved one finger
It took a picture 
In a rollercoaster, years ago
The only leftover
And the scent of shampoo

I remember the frog

On the rooftop we listened to music
I grew a beard and you started shaving
Who was the last to grow wings
I wished we had gone to the movies
Carried away by pictures on screen
I threw the frog over the railing
I remember it could not fly
I remember all was a joke, always
I remember your hazy eyes
I remember your wings
Maybe I remember your smile
I forgot, was there an echo
I remember the frog
Your falling voice, I forgot
Was there an echo

Swallowing meat


Klimt’s girl has been with me for years
I realized I drew my grandfather
In a uniform
I leave behind what I do not tear apart
Traces in rooms keeping out the rain
I made some coffee and handed it over
Remembering wine and music
We share a table but we don’t share the fruit
I left behind an open bottle
Drowned some flies
Took a sip with closed eyes
And decided to stop
Swallowing meat

Melts with the oven

A grey cat in front of the oven
Melts with the oven
Into one hot machine
I know I may not touch
Scorching green knobs
Fur burns my skin
I know I may not touch
I know, but she asks for it
So darely
I will sacrifice, I will
I know I may not


Friday, January 20, 2012

thought sick

at times sick of thoughts
switch off without remote
stuck in drainage
circling around sand
grains scrubbing my skin
layers clogging exit
wishing for a thought bin
to run out
of words

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Beyond reach

Memory, wicked lemonstone
Squeezed into bones
During night they climb escalators
Speeding up speeds them down
Cannot leap, the top beyond reach, always end up
At the bottom deepening itself
Beneath the weight of my lemon squeezed feet
Tripping over twigs, trees grow underground
Remember something beyond reach I know sometimes when 
Waking up beyond when

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Making up road signs

No matter how far
We walk
Earth is round
We cannot fall off
It is just what we are already
Timeless. Placeless.
I am nowhere
Have never been
Am always and
Touching your path
That cannot be touched
Never was there
And still you are
Making up road signs
Leading nowhere

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Birds




Time one cannot shake

Time one cannot shake.
It sleeps and it awakes.
It carries our dream.
It shows us what it takes
To burn to drown to break
Within a silent shadow
That never disappears though
Sun may hide unseen.

Monday, January 09, 2012

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Solid rock of patience

I will tell the bird in my heart
to sleep until you come
to untie her wings
from this solid rock of patience.

She will dream to fly
but she will understand
and wait while you walk
within your stretched self
to become world
and as this world
surrender yourself
to unfolding freedom
of purest nature within
your truest human being.

Friday, January 06, 2012

Life's a symphony.
When we kill birds
all is left is silence.

Thursday, January 05, 2012

hearts into time



what would mankind be
without fragility
to be thrown
into utmost despair
suffering
holding within decay
the essence of beauty
fading, transient
twine
that ties
hearts into time



Tuesday, January 03, 2012

A poem of kindness

What does it sound like 
A poem of care 
A poem of kindness 
One that holds hands 
Embraces shoulders 
And understands 
A poem that walks 
Next to your path 
Listens all day
Without depart 
A poem that drinks 
Despair and your tears 
Strokes your dim hair 
Without hesitation
Or any fears
A poem that brightens 
Heavy mined fields
Collects all splinters 
Without fatigue
Stitches your wounds 
If only I knew 
I would read it 
With a warm and soft voice 
And you could hear it 
Pervade every cloud 
Lift the dark shade 
Enfolding you 
Holding you 
If only I knew 


Monday, January 02, 2012

fathoming II

fathoming
is having a meal that grows by
eating it

Sunday, January 01, 2012

Mother with child

I looked up and behind the window sill
stood a mother with child.

I fell in love with this sight of beauty
that lasts for all of mankind’s time.

No matter what.

nightly detour


night is over
bombs exploded near my house

I tried to reach the crossing
my lung was hit by a major blast

coughing I turned
detouring the long way round

there I stood, before me the park
hazy, so much smoke in the air

all vague shadow
I decided to run

sparklers were thrown, faster!
hit the lady! a deer in the park

I lost my head, leave it!
behind me: WAR

air soaking wet, trees pitch black
breathless, smoke in my hair

how far? had I lost track?
no, there it was

I reached the crossing
ten minutes late, happy new year!