Politics on a small scale

She grabs and cuts and loves to slash 
with glee and rash, 
acts most offended when apprehended. 
Whoever stops her is subliminally called 
a criminal.
Withdrawing tactically threatening to resign 
she's showering a deceptive weakening 
hope 
on some 
while feeding fear of loss in everyone,
as she is sorely needed: a perpetual guard 
against the evil-minded unknown 
hordes. 

2008-10-21

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

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

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

good god

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

A tornado of words
towering list of my offences 
approaches the house
dissipating but not finished 
until it strikes me over the head
on its last breath

2013-06-11