The black receiver in my grandfather's house

Telephone, telephone,
riddle of the ringtone,
the numbers make no sense.

Apparently a tool I use,
I confuse -
user and tool.

Telephone, telephone,
riddle of the ringtone,
wire on a millstone, 
round around my neck.

The earpiece, the mouthpiece,
always the same piece
lying in my hand.

Welded to a heart of bone,
while my fingers grip around
it has me -
spellbound.

Clubfoot, clubfoot
banging at my ear,
to put it down, to put it down
every time I wish,
impossible to kill it is,
recurrent dish - of fish. 

The mouthpiece sputters, spits and hits
(in backwards running time)
the dumb, the numb, the muted bum,
my face, my mouth and me.

2008-04-14

Stockholm Syndrome

Who am I, you or me?
Who threatens to throttle me?
Who shoots me below the neck?
Who is killing, you or me?
Who will be killing you?
With a blade below the throat
I am saying, you are saying,
we're the best of friends.
You or I is whooing me, 
I or you embracing, she
is a fat old hag.
I embrace her nonetheless,
he -
embraces me.
Knowing well, I play along
kissing where puking
wouldn't be wrong
fearing 
that old 'love' song.

2007-02-26

Töten und nicht Sterben

Ich will mich töten
Ich will nicht sterben
Ich will alle Menschen töten
Ich will nicht, dass alle Menschen sterben
Ich will alle Sadisten töten
Ich will, dass alle Sadisten sterben
Ich will mich töten

3. Januar 2014; 1.7.2016

Ocean

The gaze of yonder calm blue eyes
belies a torrent of panic and cries
making no show of strength and strength
their power twinkling above the flood, 
no more hiding and running and blood.
The gaze of yonder calm blue eyes
proves direction above the waves,
above the fighting and tears of spite,
I suddenly gasp at  god's blue light.

1999-01-13

good god

not good, god isn't, 
belief isn't to be believed
just is, or isn't