a tide rolling in

i’ve lined myself

up, far back in hiding

behind walls

loopholes:

there’s a digital edition of every
thing

deciphering

messages, yours

always come in lyrics

from now on let's try

out colours

storylines

you want to be your own

i agreed with everything

except revealing the secret

of sad moments

i know i am not

a fortuneteller, still

i knew you would come

a tide rolling in

there is a sadness to everything

beautiful

in the woods

we get lost when we forget

wandering alone

can be a crossroad on its own

when your hands were tender

I felt close

when we were closer, your hands had
already shed skin

It's the fault of the coin

It’s the fault of the coin

I do not bet

I only barter

And still I lose

Myself in your charms

No thing lasts, every thing is

Replaceable

But the look in your eyes

And this song, again and again

I talked

Myself out of the deal

Can only imagine that she is beautiful

Skin on skin

I do not dare to come closer

You look me up

In a random telephone book

And walk into my neighbourhood

Was that an ego thing or did you

Truly want to stand there

In your hair the morning sun

I wished you would crash into that wall

To make things less numb

To feel the world undone

You

Bewildered and loved

Every fucking

Single day through

c o n s t e l l a t i o n s

They sink into me

Suddenly I’m all talkative and apologetic.

I’m not used to seeing myself like this.

From ping to ping my thoughts sound more pathetic …

You say it’s ok, after all we are human.

What on earth do you know of that? and of

madness and inferences and going berserk?

I watch a giant ant crawl into my closet,

followed by a second one, now it is a street,

sitting in the middle of the crossroad

between dusty shelves and cleared out pockets

I’m waiting for something to jump

-         -  nothing jumps.

But I cannot say this to you. So many things I cannot say.

For instance that

soon we will all turn into silver.

Then I am back to the books, and this guy

sorts magazines on my desk, MIT and Harvard out of the blue

only the best of the best. You start talking about business.

All I can hear is tired dreams and numbness. Your words are heavy.

They sink into me and stay for days.

You never tell me how to get rid of them.
All I can do is going numb and forgetting about you.

Act for no reason

__I am waiting – no_thing decays

Not 1 molecule^changes its position

Rack NO – 21 (A & B)

The “””halbwertszeit””” is flawed

I switch seats < only in my MIND -

Only in MY mind >> u kiss me >

I could complain - About some *(thing)

Rack NO – 22(A & B)

A typo before the(bracket

There’s always something ~to complain

, - Or I could read > Act on impulse <>

listen_to_bats_and_beats_

^reload --> act for no reason

It never works out 

The way it was planned ...

Burn it

Ccut the wire, be hurtfully bblunt

Sset it on ffire, jumpp, jumpp!

Somethhing always hhinges

Something’s alwayys loudd

Imagine the aftergloww

Burn it, burn, bblow it all out!

From the skywalk

Then we reached the state of interior paintings

This is a view from the skywalk, this a view from the kitchen ceiling

There is always something crumpled or ajar

The impression of a spontaneous time slot

The glimpse of a spot, just now it was still in use

There is no still life here, everything digests everything
There is only a hint and - signals and misreadings

End summer season

I sent u this do I wanna know song

U pretended not to have seen 

Now I’m one of your unseens

It’s the only status I ever had, and still

I would have taken it, one day

They will find me out, you said

It’s not even important, it’s just

Signaling and signaling

Selling things - too serious

Taking things under value

I’m unfair, u r nothing

Like that, only pretext now

A stir of memory without promises
You wanted it that way

On the run to have reasons

To turn back into a hive of

Busy and sweet 
End summer seasons

In the centre of things

In this place we conceptualise things

Blood of several thousand warriors

Between days and dust of seasons

Pulsated from elbows into wood

Ebony and arches, relentless bullseye

A clock in the centre of things, awkward things

Two horses carrying newly weds

Filtered air and second floor stacks

Bats looking down on us, no change in scenery

Glitter brained swarm of would like to be

I place my diamonds in the middle of the table

Spasmodic interception, they don’t say binoculars

They say glasses here – he wasn’t looking

For diamonds, he was looking for pearls

In a horse’s nostrils - no promises lost

No promises found

goldrauschen

close to the dead animal

the movie was so dark

I could almost watch my reflection
in every scene

chasing sweet days of innocence

a mouse in a space suit

floating around my feet

biting the peach

the fruit i relished

has never been fair

i apologize from distance

my thoughts have gone numb

drawing circles into a square

there is a new scenery

i want to watch it 

holding tea - only its steam

everything is pretentious

suddenly the russian accent is sexy

i never liked it before

i’m going transparent

watch my heart beat into my wrists

my lung breathe into my womb

he lives behind the gate

knows how to prick needles

through my left ear

i grow suspicious

of people acting serious

nothing is vital in here

an opera is drained

they say it’s relieving
minds and hearts from fear

all is more than a year

behind the calendar

nobody seems to care

i walked up to the bus

to find it deserted

only one boy sitting at the end

he did not take my hand

my thoughts are in the harbour

close to the dead animal

we migrate

creatures of sand

the grave you dug up and mine

escaped an ending

sky takes over infinity
is a game of despair

it’s all cracks - the radio

doesn’t contain 

any thing

i hear voices

taped a hundred years

into the future

trying to begin a happy ending

my frequency

strangely out of sync

the packages are lost

you never received them

maybe she didn’t give them up

everything is wrong

about needing someone

look away – then i am gone

to say

i walked out
on you. 

nothing more 

to say.

Sieh

Wir machen jetzt Photos mit im Nachhinein hinein kaschierten Lichteffekten, ein goldener Streifen hier, ein paar Lichtpunkte dort, ist das nicht romantisch, absichtlich, sieht doch ganz träumerisch aus. 

SIMULATION

There is this book on the shelve, it is called SIMULATION, I can clearly read it and still my brain adds a T, every time I look at it. Fourth Edition.

Deep enough

Someone died, someone famous, and the entire world seems to outcry But-We-Loved-Him-So-Much--How-Could-This-Happen? Well, maybe this love was not deep enough. Do you know what it means - to love? next week you'll fill that space in your heart with something random, something new. How much effort do we take to know someone - deep enough?

Keep away

This silence in me, it yearns to keep away - away from all. And when I comply, it yearns to get closer. Maybe I can count on this Wechselspiel as the only consistency to count on. Maybe.