Nightmare Instructions

Bicycle, horse, rocket, tree.
Beware fascination.
He is the machine.	
Grammophone, auto, printer, elevator, meat.
Lid, purse, telephone.
Empty house.
Young man.
Little lamb.

Bumpy ride on the stairs,
to work, to school!
Good whore, small toilet,
fearing the examination.

I read, write, eat illegally
manuscript, book, the number three.
Silver, black, yellow, orange, green, red.
Cock and balls on the menu of acts.
Scratches in blue, I fear for my things.

Pacing, cycling, prisoner
on map, hilly body.
Single file, him behind,
moving periodically,
thumping stimulation.

Racing, chasing leaving trains,
suspended in mid-stride,
needing to cross the deadline to escape from death,
endangered in the intercourse of cars. 

Beware of bodies, 
breathing, football, screws,
of barrels, bottles, feet, cheese, keys and teeth,
of long, round, budding shapes, pieces of paper, fotos, little images,
of old wood, leather, rubber, mirror, baldness, hair  
and anything that grows,
of grass and trees,
of dog, cat, turtle, spiders, elephant's delight,
of olive, icecream, sweetness, presents, touch.

Denuded, moving house, exposed to gazes,
betrayed by teachers, actors actually,
abducted, abandoned I submit
Abuse declared illegal makes disgust legal.		
What was before disgust?
Fear.
Molestation.

Dropping from lifts, displaced from self,
an object spliced in many mes
observing it from high above.
Is there a victim - an attacker?
Is there a target of so-called desire?
Did I reverse the roles to avoid facing the truth?
Swap the respective actions?
Disperse, reallocate the properties of both?

Can I reverse the roles - 
expose the origin?

		2005-12 - 2007-11

Schweinerei

Es fragt nicht, es trügt gern,
es dankt nicht, es frisst gern,
es liebt meine Dinge, 
nimmt sie mir ab.
Hinter mir, vor mir
kommt's aus dem Strauch,
unerkannt, sichtbar,
schnüffelt - schnauft,
verwirrt mich, ich weiß nicht.
Sein Grunzen verklingt.
Nackt bin ich, 
und schäm' mich.

2010-07-29

The bright appraisers

On a hot day four men came into my house,
jeering at my new carpet in the hall, chucklingly
trampling up the rickety staircase, disdainfully 
walking over the great room, ticking off  "high 
ceilings which we don't need", boredly staring 
around the attic (later in their report declaring 
the entirely unexamined roofing beyond repair), 
not even bothering to enter my pretty room;
good-humoredly stepping out the front door, 
explaining they would, graciously, not subtract 
demolition cost from plot value because
that would leave me with a negative number, 
responding to my dumbfounded query whether 
they had, then, found the whole structure to be 
unsound with, amidst laughter, the hilarious 
statement that "we can't look into the walls!"

6. July / 1. November 2009