Mother's helper

I am as dumb as I am wise.
My wisdom was made 
to serve her,
my dumbness was made 
to hurt me.
She doesn't listen, 
nor do I change.
I exist to no purpose at all!
She quacks and quacks 
about her woes,
which serves her 
to make no change.
Me trying to save her 
serves me not at all,
and her as a background tune.

2010-03-01

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

friend equals foe

I'm meeting with a friend
and thinking, greedily thinking: friend
having already lost myself in
thinking nothing but: friend.

Is then a friend a misfortune?
Yes.
I must, must focus
on recalling that I exist.

Opening the mailbox,
hoping to find it empty,
dismayed because it is empty,
scared that I may have been abandoned already.

2010-01-04

Sogenannte Muttermilch

Mutter,
wenn ich Milch trinke,
trinke ich nicht deine,
dafür mehr.

Kühe sind freundlich,
Kuhaugen sehen mich treu an,
deine sehen mich schmal an,
misstrauisch, verletzt.

Was habe ich dir je getan, 
du Dicke
Leere in mir?

2010-02-20

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