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ich schlage meine Beine 
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ich verstehe ihn gut
aber
die Stille war mir willkommener
ich gehe

			Juni 97

physical production 
 
I need to piss 
before I die 
a world of bliss 
is a honeypie 
fast devoured 
in spite of crime 
quickly lost 
with help of time 
 
I need to shit 
before I hit 
the bottom 
of that awful pit 
where souls are said 
to sell their fire 
man is not man 
he is a mire 
 
I need to cry 
before I lie 
to teddybears 
and a dragonfly 
I cannot help 
a bumblebee 
I am a catastrophe 
for free

	Jan. 1997

The lying Fly 

A lie, a lie is like a fly
buzzing around my head,
it sits on me, it stares at me,
I recognize it not,
yet feel a deep necessity
to swat it and be rid,
but flying lies are nebulae,
so near and yet so far,
they cannot just be brutalized,
but must be understood:
a lie, a lie is like a web
as smooth as possible
as near to truth, as traitorous 
convincing, pious, safe.
I cannot even help myself,
it stabs my back,
it paints me black,
I must believe in it.
Today I kill whatever fly
dares to sit on me
pursuing it relentlessly
throughout the living room.
A living lie will never die,
the fly, the fly is 
me.

2007-05-16

blub
da liegt es
braun in rotem Tümpel
meine Leibspeise und mein Lebenssaft
fortgespült und
drei Tropfen
hängen noch am Rand des Klosettbeckens
oh je
ich glaube, ich muß sterben

1998-05-10

good god

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