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

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 battery works

Her image in my head
goes away.
It persists in 
going away.
When it's there it's a battery.
Women, by their nature,
go away.
They seldom come
and stay but a short time.
Having tasted I hunger
for that battery.
The going away
makes me weaker than before.
The faces appear to be different each time,
still, the battery works.

2010-05-15

Grandmother, mother - and I

A couple of broads 
smile - Lords! -,
it's me, who boards
at their table.
Two is ever their number
- Lords! - 
ladies they are to me.
Mother and daughter,
caught, bought, 
sold I am to them.
I love them, I love them,
the younger one
is ever the girl of my dreams. 
The older one sells her
- no: sells me -
to brigands 
who lurk in the darkness around. 
That is what has me
so frightened, so frightened:
Ladies, don't leave me alone!
They do, they do 
leave me - my dreams
are coming so true, so true.


	2007-12-11

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