Es wartete

Da war das Licht aus 
sie schloss die Tür
ihre Schritte schwanden.
Es wartete 
bis es einschlief, als es erwachte
war sie nicht da.
Es wartete ungläubig
nein: sicher
dass sie zurückkäme.
Der Tag brummte, Großmutter lärmte 
fröhlich
und ihr Kerl erst.
Es tat weh, es glaubte
es wartete
es war unmöglich
weil sie sich nicht verabschiedet hatte.

20. 9. 2012

Motorcycle noise in desolate China

looking at a map of faraway China 
a reddish planet threatening eruption
cities are craters, a seething quadrillion
perilous suburb highrise bunkers
I must stay away from the dangerous quarters
no place for strangers except in the noise
a fool in a car in a desolate city
backing away from a traffic violation
put to rights by a friendly expatriate face
a thin harmless man, transformed, a black biker 
takes me
to a small dingy room 
and a talk about China, listen and learn
the noise of motorbikes in the street
distracts and exhausts me
a shabby counter
my guardian is leaving 
on a glistening cycle

2013-10-06

Pay up

I'm expected to pay
I don't want to pay
I don't pay enough, feeling guilty
I pay, apparently freely
Disgusted with myself

2013-09-17

The lying Fly 

A lie, a lie is like a fly
buzzing around my head,
it sits on me, it stares at me,
I recognize it not,
yet feel a deep necessity
to swat it and be rid,
but flying lies are nebulae,
so near and yet so far,
they cannot just be brutalized,
but must be understood:
a lie, a lie is like a web
as smooth as possible
as near to truth, as traitorous 
convincing, pious, safe.
I cannot even help myself,
it stabs my back,
it paints me black,
I must believe in it.
Today I kill whatever fly
dares to sit on me
pursuing it relentlessly
throughout the living room.
A living lie will never die,
the fly, the fly is 
me.

2007-05-16

zur Kinderzeit

mit Beilen behauenes Brüllen
in Wiegen sanftes Lullen
mit Feilen zerriebenes Wollen
in Kannen gegossenes Sollen
in Pfannen gebratenes Fett
unter Tannenbäumen stinkende Fröhlichkeit

					
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