Voyage to the moon in three parts

While misspelling 'wether' I suddenly knew
that I wasn't.
The sun wasn't 
shining, a wether was climbing 
the sky,
drawing a sledge with a boy,
throwing hail. 
Now, whether the wether knew it was helping to make bad weather,
I don't know.
However, the boy's bad temper
I can explain: 
What idiot created those three?!

Then - damn it! - another error:
having actually imagined a ram drawing the sledge
I now realize that
a beast whithout balls 
can't sow hail,
while the boy's three parts 
are also, 
though only temporarily, gone,
taken by the moon's good goddess
fat, grinning
confirming the suspicion 
of a moon made of cheese.
The wether grows fat and complacent,
its diet of round moon rocks
makes for throwing up, 
in time.

2007-05-29

Dummes Formular

Ärgerliches Verlangen einer Beamtin: wieder ein Formular. 
Wieder Schubladen, in die sie mich zwingen mich zu zwängen. 
Ich will nicht, ich sage, das passt nicht, ich passe da nicht hinein! 
Ich will in keines der Fächer und muss in eines der Fächer 
und kindlich trotzig sage ich zu der mir gegenüberstehenden, 
dummen Thekenfrau: 
Sie soll's doch entscheiden! 
Sie entscheidet. 
Und ich bin der Dumme.  

2008-04-11

Sphinx

The crazy lioness has slit me open,
I grope for anything to say to her.
My words are lost.
She never knew what drove her
fierceness or the panic to subdue.
She saw me in a mirror, sensed her father,
and shattered any evil man in there.
She drank and drank to keep the image blurry
and keep the crosshairs sharply trained on me.
Those of her crazy kind are still so furry
and still so mad at me for being there.
It is my fault because I'm contradicting,
countering her grandness with my No.
It's stupid 'cause I'm far too weak to stand her
lines of fire or the holy rage.
A man without a stomach shouldn't fight her
and diagnosed with ulcers should just die.
The open belly sheds its load of bowels,
the pighead tries to disregard the cramps.
I crawl along, still terrified and angry,
she doesn't see me since I'm
just too bad.

13. - 15.11.2008, edited 6.5.2011

Swept along

He held me fast in a joyous dance
I didn't know the steps
Swept along in an ice-cold stream
A dotard put me under
A suit on a hanger 
Built a ludicrous case
No one listened to me

2013-09-30

Zwischen Wiege und Wald
ängstigte ihn das Alter 
so sehr
dass nur seine Gier zu befriedigen half. Lächelnd
tötete er das Kind.

2013-06-08