pellucid robes

still, moonbound

washed up on shore

shells break

sometimes, they empty out

sand rinses 

windburnt reflections

restorations of pellucid robes 

Trägt sich auf

Stunden, klebrige Masse

Drehen sich im Kreis

Gum, der sich zum Trocknen

Zusammenzieht, klebrige Masse

Dreht sich Stunden

Im Kreis, Gum

Der sich zusammenzieht

Eingetreten, klebrige Masse

Trägt sich auf

Unfinished collections

Remember the night

When you fell into that pit

And I decided I was not strong enough to 
Save you

Cannot recall how you came out of it

Just walked away

How to forget 
So long as you remember

You taught me to finish one thing

Before starting another

Just walked away but

You crawled and got stuck

In my jar of unfinished collections

I watch you move inside that jar, sometimes,

High up on the shelf, beyond reach

Cannot really make out your face

I tossed you, effortlessly,

Not strong enough to save you

Not strong enough, still,

To toss you from my shelf

Stainless

Hey, how’ye doin’ out there

How'ye takn' it

Today, lightly, watching

That old man in his armchair

Slightly bent to the lake

His son carries him

Only Sundays, smoking

His pipe and recollect

Flickers of light, distant

Spaces, a melody and 

All the reasons why

These curtains don’t need to be
Stainless anymore

Circles into fog

We stretched it

To the very last beat

Tried to lean into each other

Drawing circles into fog, 

Window panes in November

Cold air is only memory

Another time, another frame

There is no snow here

But there is a park with a lake and it is winter

I lean sideways when you lean towards me

The next step I imagine as bottomless pit

You drag me, it's all inside my head!

You drag me, it's all inside my head!

Then you walk away and I fear to lose you

Or to lose myself in you. Cannot tell apart.

I know you will not stay but my heart

I fear

Onto flesh and blood

It’s all a lie, they

See what they want to see

Salvation

These little games they play

When there is nothing else to believe

Gods have to be crafted, eagerly

Hammer and chisel onto flesh and blood

Every piece they cut, adding a pile of  

Grief to his bleeding heart, determinate,

To be part of the common

Of martyrs

Drawn into the very act of self-destruction

Because that is the only way

Out of their hell, this swamp

Conserving all those who bogged

Into breathless conversations about

Right and wrong

Excuses

And letters of indulgence

The very moment

Just the mere thought of falling makes me shudder, you said

I fall all the time, out of every country, town, window frame

I fall and bleed and die and cut myself into pieces

I stopped eating animals, because I ate myself

And tell the story of compassion and how the machinery

Drove me insane, almost, when I vomited hairballs

Into the claws of a tiger, I went wild in the streets

Became your vulture, admired the scent, this sweet little flower

That grows in every heart at the very point of death

The stillness after the last beat, you told me,

Is the essence of life, the very moment, when all

Becomes one and indeterminate, are we striving for that,

I wonder and dive into the ocean, where I can forget

The nights in which I swallowed the rain, sleeping between tracks

Tasting iron, while others sat in waggons tasting wine, heading into directions

I stopped boarding them because I could go nowhere 

The coldness of the ocean lets me slowly forget

The blessings and the curses of being your lover, a rampage’s minor threat

Maybe I can sleep now, while falling I can sleep till I reach the core

The ground of devotion where nothing counts and all is
Without end, dead.

Wrapped up

Will not renunciate

My life is more than

Being

Incomplete a blessing

A curse

Dubious heart

Beating in darkness

Locked into my dreams

Nurtured

Underwater creatures

Wax encapsulating 
My fingers in the heat

Slowly emancipating
Royal colours

Wrapped up the roots

Rampaging moods

Flowing with the beat

Waxfigures around

Why do they not bleed
I wanted them to bleed!

Slowing me down, age
You bastard of time
I fucked you
Only to see your ugly smile
I owe what I stole
From the child of time

He lurked around corners
Kept smiling, this grin
Yellow teeth
I wanted to shoot him
Right through the brain

That yellow smile
Driving me insane
But he wouldn't bleed!

Royal colours,
Wrapped around roots
Is it my fault
I wanted to shoot him
But he wouldn't bleed!

Nonboundaries

Nonboundaries

Invisibly captivating

Subtly deseparating

What is not separate

Blank piece of paper

Inviting me to write

While holding me back 

clear up

wanted to capture

the moments in distance

days lost in the mill

when time became colder

calm voices within

bespoke the gorge

u spotted my play

dragged me into the mist

of nearness and desistance

asked me not to stay

forged a new resistance

u were so sure

I learnt the sway

of stalked upon persistence

now let me loose

to clear up the way

Sensing

Moondrums in my meadow
Echo, echo, how far may I
Lean into an ocean

How to tell apart
A tide from devotion
A dune of sand
From a heap of snow

Can a journey end
In deepest meditation
Are we walking backwards
To find a way to you

In your mighty hand
A rope of light blue sand
Deep dark water
Into deeper, darker sky

Are those punctured leaves
A play of light and shadow
Disassembled sieves
The overarching timeflow
A game we think
To play we understand

A tiny moment slipping
Between sea and land
Someone fought and drowned
Cutting through the threshold
The warrior's blade
Blood in the carvings
The tide in your devotion

Touching without touching
A change of all directions
Sensing
The tide carved into sand

I place myself

Stuck in a cotton ball  

Extrusion, I look at your palace

The king has left

An impression on my skin

Injected sounds of Hampi

I cannot see 

Myself in his eyeballs

Dreams have told him

My thoughts are still

In the tram, in the garden

Why do they eat
Never without warden

From a golden platter

I place myself

Under the bridge

Playing
With forbidden sweets

Will I find back

When the children have left

The house, empty it stands

On the edge of a hill 

Behind a treeline two birds

One has lost its feathers

The other lost its feet

Will one carry the other

In flight and in defeat

I walk into a golden tunnel

Melting in its heat

Teach me 

How to reach the surface

Teach me, the mystery repeats

Still only

Learning to be human

I am

In your machine

Steel ovaltine

The universe

U say

U want

To exchange it with some

Thing else

Anything

Golden calves and

U believe

Build and destroy

Tiny moments

Passing through skin

Needles, a gentle current

Adding up

With a pin, some thing

That cannot be touched

Like the right moment

Wait and it passes

Glas under glas

Hand me a second cup
To collect what dropped from the first

The moon is above 

All is wrong

Every thing changes

U are on top of it

One lifetime is too short

For a beginning or an end

I am still only

Learning to be human

Atme

Dein Leben zieht

An meinem vorbei.

Ich greife kurz ein,

Drehe mich dabei nach links,

Um die Herzkammer mit Luft zu fuellen,

Drehe mich dann nach rechts,

Um von dir abgewandt

Die innerste Stelle

Meiner Lunge zu fuehlen.

Atme
Ich noch?

Himmelstropfen

Schwere Aschelagen auf meinem linken Nasenflügel,

Ich schaue über eine Handvoll Grau,

Verbranntes Leben, im Hinterzimmer

Die Hand und dein Beat, die Nacht

In meiner nackten Armbeuge fließt

Mit Regen ins All, für einen Lidschlag

Sah ich Baumwollwickel, Dampfmaschinen,

Kaue Ingwer und Zuckerrohrstangen,

Laufe vorweg ohne Rücksicht auf Dünen,

Sie legen sich langsam ins Gemüt

Durchs Stadttor auf die andere Seite,

Er war ein Lügner, ich muss zurück,

Bilder sind nur falsches Mosaik.

Niemand kommt mehr zur passenden Stunde.

Ich fragte nach Dir, man sagte mir,

Du seist hier gewesen, in der Straße,

In der die Tiere sich winden, kleine Feuer

Brennen überall in den Ecken,

Nehmen Leben und Leber mit,

Schwere Aschelagen auf meinem linken Nasenflügel,

Ich schaue in den Himmelstropfen.

Er hängt unter der Decke, jetzt

Fällt er nicht mehr, bis das Gebäude einstürzt

Left it in the attic

Smoky eyes, mysterious,

Left it in the attic

High boots, black dress

All was enigmatic

Drunk nights, wild dance

Day and night erratic

My world was once intense

Now it is pragmatic

At the far end

Suddenly, he knocked and I

Watched myself through his eyes

You waste your time, it echoed

Not sure did he say or I

Make up the sound

I toss a coin

Deep down under the surface

A wishing well’s reflection

Of a king and his bride

A hand reaching out

In the middle of the crossroad

I grasp and let go

Because I know

We cannot capture

The birds at the far end

Night blindfolds those dreams

That daytime has sent

It would

I asked for a German book.

He brought chocolate and the airplane menu card.

I cried, locked up in crevices.
The wall had grown too hard.

The world wouldn’t end, whatever means I took.

After all, I'm only flesh and blood.

I really wished it would.

In their embrace

Rain set in
It was a good one
Extinguishing fires along the river shore
Women sat within
Horses ran over fields welcoming spring
Fear dissolved,
Fresh breeze, clear sky
Freedom in everyone's wings
We flew
Higher than clouds
Farther than sky
Three moons and no horizon
All became small, below

The night pure and dark
Enfolded the light
The sorrow
The human plight
Nothingness
Two people on a bench
In their embrace
The universe

three mountains and a river

walking stick abandoned
secretly preserved
navigating
three mountains and a river


all my birds
dug out a well
cloud shades swim
in the stream of my conscience

sitting in the shade
of an almond tree
giant branches caress my hair

i hear the parrots
i hear the tiger
i hear the desert
i hear the dim
nights surrounding my mornings

walk in my footsteps
take a picture - burnt hands
blue flowers in the sand

a cloud bursts behind the horizon
two rocks collide
nothing will forever stand