A drift they felt, yet did not know where it grabbed them.  

No ice, no storm.

Wake or asleep, their tongues tried to grab a thing to know,

Now silently gave in,                                                         

No matter of strenght.

Words would not show the way then,

As the daze set in.

Not that it did not make any sense like they thought it should. 

Just all meaning appeared like flickering on a repro-screen.

That´s not a thing you learn at school

where you´re sent to.

Sometimes you´re lucky and                                                      

A lover has got the touch.

Reward me for showing the movement this is,                    

The slight forth and back you can´t see only feel,

That makes us pulse from within.

A second young body that´s introduced now,

when thoughts become hunches and under the skin

Waves start rolling.

----------- A shiver without fear.

A smooth uncertainty - - - - - -  -

Making love or gnawing has a lot about it,                     

But you don´t do it in groups anymore.

When you´re feeling the shift                                          

And the others are there

You look at each other

And know and you dare

Remembering loud:

Inside

And outside

Fade towards

Each other,

Power

Condensed

and later

given to the priests. 

It´s the birth of religion                                                  

The rest is just fiction,

An urge to repeat

Within form - - -

So tongues and eyes

take over again.

Cheers to those blind                                                      

Who see with ears and skin. 

Cheers to those blind                                                      

Who see with ears and skin.  

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(2011/13)

Ich gehe staubige Wege entland
und schütte Brote aus vollen Händen hin.
Mir will nicht einfallen, wie das alles kam,
nicht einmal was,
nicht wie die lange Zeit verging.
Mein einer Teil will sich nicht umdrehen.

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.
.

(2007)

Armed Folded

~


Now and then

Eyes keep their still.

Wound round

the snowflakes

Outside,

Sweep the mumbling stream

That´s left all within.

“Come by

Soothing touch

That got lost

And never made it back”


That´s quite a tale

You told no friend

Then.

Too odd for these times.

Who´d like to see

You like this?

They came a long road
Too.

See, time goes by

And it won´t care,

Steals the last moment

Where someone was aware

And did

Not run away

The other day.


Far beyond all milestones

Shoo! You saw strange impostors,

As you ride through the night

As a total disguise

Towards a morning of lost projection .


Like lifeless

We´re laying there.

I turn my
head

And
just
stare.


~

~


~



(2010)

The child in us is the older one

~

~



~

~

Cocktail Lounge

~

They met in some cocktail lounge
where people stare in stale habits
of basic instincts,
crawled out the other morning,
rendering business as usual,
stretched-out memories of vulpturous icons.

Imitated time and again
in hard trys not be
intimidated time and again,
piecing together a focus.
Still worried by alterable discoporation
that had declared a lost mind
a self liberation.



A friend told me about the latest research:
biomechanoid micro computers.
A fiend bold as shroud
to the templates of the urge
A hey-ho to schizoid psych modulators
(The grand unification theory
has to include its own break-down.


They like it and they don´t,
will meet again or they won´t,
could feel content
but got stoned somehow.
Wanna follow this light,
wanna follow that light,
found vanishing
what once was held tight
and a sculpture
what had been a smile.



(spoken)
It´sot always the distant force that
compromises due to local wants.
They claim their rights and, well,
the self-exposure leads to funny clues.
The overwhelming gets overruled,
delayed,
still in time,
but who is who? . . .

(add a clean jezz guitar solo here, honey . . .)


.

.

.

(2006/2010)

~


You went out in the snow
to get us some bread.
They brought your dead bodies
back instead.

Hold a book that you loved,
Tear drops feeling like stabs,
and make me squint
and become my jacket´s tabs.

Window light falls apart,
cradle shakes in my hand,
watch my head
as it´s counting sand.

Now you´re gone,
you´re
and I miss
you
so

Morning, noon and night
your always curious eyes
open up my heart in love and pain.

A wheelin´ reelin´ guilt
is stealin´ honesty away.
But that´s not you,
I don´t wanna feel you like this again.

This bottle won´t help.
Got a friend who takes care.
Holes in the walls
everywhere I stare.

Chilling wind in the park,
trees in silhouettes around,
from the distance the city´s sound.

Joey´s pizza place closed, - uuhh --- ,
ignore my tremblin´ jaw.
Feel like cut by a motor saw.

Now you´re gone,
you´re
and I miss
you
so

Morning, noon and night
your always curious eyes
open up my heart in love and pain.

A wheelin´ reelin´ guilt
is stealin´ honesty away.
But that´s not you,
I don´t wanna feel you like this again.

You went out in the snow
to get us some bread . . .

.

.

.

(2006)

Calls

~

After long time
a feeling´s there again
that words are relevant at all.
(What a note.)

That words exist at all.

A plan made,
set out in words,
revealing its beauty
not cage,
nor canceled
because it expands
and trys to embrace
a real
rolling
and devour it.

it is my digestion
to propose a tight union
that´s soft and that´s dure
and can comfort both ways,

chewing up
parts of one´s self
and transform,
partial death,
some do like it
and some will resist
slight proposals
that differ from
now
and again.

not the content
but the structure
concerns
most of all
lifeless frames
are the strongest
withstanding
attempts
of a switch.

sure
news
was work
and exhausting

intra
folding
called folly
unfolding
remaining
called
me
and
called
you


.

.

(2010)