Mother and son
Empathy
He is her to a degree
My enslavement do I see
Mummy calling endlessly
Notice, notice, notice me!
Along the generation-tree
She reflects her father on me 
The son is her's entirely
He needs her, she
Turns her back on 
Me

2006-11-24

A child works perfectly as a mirror of lust

Was the case that it, 
commanded by the greed in her eyes, 
had to act like a man? 

Or was the case that he, 
seduced by its childisch perverseness, 
merely acted like a man?

Or was the case that he
play-acting a female commanded it, by the greed in his eyes, 
to act like a man?

2008-03-21

The repetition hurts

As evening comes, the storm breaks
once, twice and again.
And the rain comes down and the rain comes down.
The roof is leaking, unfixed for years
because they tell me I shouldn't.
Sewage is entering the cellar walls,
the floor getting wetter, the walls blacker,
with mould.

As evening comes, mother drinks
once, twice and again,
raving, yelling, cursing men
and father locks his study door 
while I entreat her: please calm down,
once, twice and again.

As evening comes, grandfather comes
once, twice and again.
That funny jester-terrorist,
opens his zipper, shows me his,
shoots his shot to wet my face,
once, twice and again.

As morning comes, grandmother smiles
once, twice and again.
She says: You're only imagining things.
Says: the child is in his egotist phase,
spiteful crazy little squaller,
selfish and spoilt 
by his stupid parents.

2010-03-26

German version: Die Wiederholung tut weh

Sued

I've been sued
the lawsuitor
follows me 
everywhere, judging me
from behind, indecent 
exposer of my guilt.
I'm innocent!
My lawyer
embezzling my defence 
is the greatest worry:
my Chinese whispers
will never reach the court.

2009-10-17

Schlechtes Gedicht

Großmama im Ehebett 
hat sich gern an mir gerieben
es dann mit Großvater getrieben
das steht nicht geschrieben
nur dass sie mich so lieben

2013-06-15