Kapitän Fragensteller:

Kennst du mich besser als ich mich selbst?
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2006-12-29

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

dangerous thing 

it is a thing that speaks 
eratic movements in the sky 
eyes and skin 
a complicated assembly of matter 
even writes poems 
a thing with a mind 
consisting of concealed frenzies 
and inclined to rule 
frenetically trying 
to rule itself 
can I trust my life to it?

1999-02-15

Trust

With conviction you tell me
untrue impossible things
I grow quite confused, there is
no choice:
I must trust you.

Do you love me?
I love your 
solicitude.
Questions asked.
Sweat
I notice
contradictions.
It seems
you don't trust me.
I know I'm right, but you 
must be.
No one believes me,
I fear

You doubt me, accuse me,
I know that                      
confict is lethal.
My wellbeing I must 
abandon.
You say that 
a good thing
is too good for me.
I can't call that brazen,
I must adjust.            
I must trust - to adjust.

Pain.
You promise palliation.
I trust
I love you.
Break it
to make me hate you.
Promise anew,
I love you anew.
Of course I trust 
no one.

2006-12-11