man

hopelessly forging images
of yourself
a cool liar
you are
being right
punished for tentatively
being
what you'd like to appear like
how can I explain this
it seems that you must punish everyone
who
unlike you
still likes you

		27-4-01; 21-7-01

the drivelling dead

Two membraneous, stinking swamps 
pour their sweatings into me.
The level rises up and up,
I'm drowning in their voices.
Then suddenly I speak too loud,
reminded I 
exist.
And he and she 
live
burping bosh 
in me.

2007-11-05

Meine Mutter war eine Terroristin
sie soff um sich nicht zu erinnern
dass nicht ich das Monster war
das ihr Vater war
den sie so liebte und bewunderte

2013-06-09

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

The Waiting Trap

Waiting alone 
Wishing
Suspense       

I'm left alone waiting
Wishing for her to return	
She doesn't until later	
Wishing to make me wait, that is: 
Suffer
Sadist, I smell

Then there she is
Eyes glancing off 
Walking past

2005-12-02

Mother and son
Empathy
He is her to a degree
My enslavement do I see
Mummy calling endlessly
Notice, notice, notice me!
Along the generation-tree
She reflects her father on me 
The son is her's entirely
He needs her, she
Turns her back on 
Me

2006-11-24