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

too lightly

he read the letter

i wrote a year ago

all words became rumbling

all dreams became snow

i had left the house

dressed too lightly

now standing in shiver

without a place to go

midnight bride

because of my sister's knife  

the dress gave way - a peephole

to the other side, hazelnut tree,

golden leaves dropped from a glass bowl,

the father knew, the death of his wife

was nearer than the worn out womb

on the daughter's bedside table

he left the two for merchandise

one falling into ashes, swept by the other

under roots of a hazelnut tree

cookerikoo, three wishes for free

she turned into a midnight bride

a million dirty feet, a staircase

and a lost golden shoe,

her chariot passed the golden fields

feet that never touch ground

watched by a warden,
warnings of a pumpkin, chained

behind fences of a finely kept garden

all was nurtured by whispers

the hazelnut tree

cookerikoo, three wishes for free

roots firmly grounded in ashes

were they for free

sailing carelessly

the ocean, smelling the woods,

golden fields at midnight,

hands touching life, feet breaking free

golden shoe on a staircase

a million dirty feet

walk, walk till they bleed

the shiny prince is after you

autophagy

the entire planet

crashes down

i am the black hole

between lungs and heart

fallen stars

the moon is a spider

swallowing the sun

autophagy

black firmament

up and through

What made you think

all my life

rotates around you?

Actually, it does

but cannot I expect you to

be a bit more humble!

What makes me think

your thoughts wander

first thing in the morning
to me -

I do
not want to know

but i do know if

I was more humble

I could not get

up and through 

another humble morning!

the papercut master

i wished i knew

what is a love's phantom

and what is the real
substance of glue

as if someone decided to
punch me out

foldable dolls on the string

of an evil papercut master

he just pressed
one page to the other

pursed lips, hips
clasped by the hand's

sudden fingers in the crotch

i walked into a bar

he bought me a scotch

then one thing led to the other -

unfolding a thread of
unfoldable doors

in the tin soldier mould

we were wondering whether

air contracts or expands under

the increasing heat of the tongue

bursting ice, atoms, accelerating

flames, precipitating

melting shadows from the wall

all became a vast, empty fireball

crystals cracking, brutal

reflection in my sound perception,

every word was noise,

i filled my head with pillow feathers

could not hear myself under the voice

of those dreams that i wrote

into my letters, head in the oven,

just switched it on and then the other one

in the tin soldier mould

was it a question of failed restraint

or of anamnesis morbi

fish soldiers must end up in flames

followed by fragile paper dancers

but these were flesh and bones

nurturing life lines

one decided to cut them 

with wet towels

the other phased it out as

dead end

carved out

i lost

my depth

in a lake's surface

carved out 

intensity

potato eater's nostrils

full velvet cheeks

the umbilical chord

washed away in streams

of mystical intention

what drew them together

parted me forever

i do not 

believe

trembling in the windows

i so wished

the Tibetan bell

i hid in the sculpture

would herald redemption

you crafted for me

chimes in the wind

trembling in the windows

i shattered all of them in anger

my white hair in the shadows

i hang upside down

crawlers under toenails

bind me to the beam

one drop of blood

absorbs all the poison

o, bleeding heart

i wished you were a clockwork

mechanised and accurate

behind bars

it is boiling

deep down in the guts

it is boiling, i asked

for the tunica

all i got were murals

of forests behind bars

yellow leaves

see those yellow leaves

what a beautiful reflection

i threw them

into the deepest furrow
that we once walked upon

hinges

haunted in a corner

of the eye

lashes like hinges

if only i

could slam the lid

side glances

crawling

scars on my dress

alabaster pattern

the lamp shade

tells a foreign myth

a whisper

of my haunted shadow's

sub consciousness

Tamed, they turn

One sided face from far

Skin, touched by a shimmer

Dew in the hair

I may not, but

My fingers hear a different master

Residing beyond

Silent ponds

Tamed, they turn

Into giant tigers