man

hopelessly forging images
of yourself
a cool liar
you are
being right
punished for tentatively
being
what you'd like to appear like
how can I explain this
it seems that you must punish everyone
who
unlike you
still likes you

		27-4-01; 21-7-01

The black receiver in my grandfather's house

Telephone, telephone,
riddle of the ringtone,
the numbers make no sense.

Apparently a tool I use,
I confuse -
user and tool.

Telephone, telephone,
riddle of the ringtone,
wire on a millstone, 
round around my neck.

The earpiece, the mouthpiece,
always the same piece
lying in my hand.

Welded to a heart of bone,
while my fingers grip around
it has me -
spellbound.

Clubfoot, clubfoot
banging at my ear,
to put it down, to put it down
every time I wish,
impossible to kill it is,
recurrent dish - of fish. 

The mouthpiece sputters, spits and hits
(in backwards running time)
the dumb, the numb, the muted bum,
my face, my mouth and me.

2008-04-14

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

zur Kinderzeit

mit Beilen behauenes Brüllen
in Wiegen sanftes Lullen
mit Feilen zerriebenes Wollen
in Kannen gegossenes Sollen
in Pfannen gebratenes Fett
unter Tannenbäumen stinkende Fröhlichkeit

					
				Mai 97