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

der Stachel

bitte 
sag mir 
wer du bist 
Tier vor der Tür 
polterst mich wach
lautlos abwesend grausam 
ich schlage nach dir weiß nicht 
hast du ein fremdes Gesicht oder nicht 
vielleicht ein geliebtes aber das existiert nirgendwo 
dafür droht hinter dir eine flüchtige Eminenz 
die sagt wer geliebt werden will muss
in der Anspannung eines Sprinters 
den rätselhaften Startschuß 
erwarten, der niemals 
kommt solange 
mein Herz 
klopft

			1997-08-22

The intelligent tool 
	will scream out when a rule has been broken.

The intelligent rule 
	will make sure that its tools are infused.

The intelligent stool 
	will smell like its maker would have it. 

The intelligent mule 
	will march all the way to a hanging.

The intelligent fool 
	will fool himself as commanded. 

2011-08-29

The battery works

Her image in my head
goes away.
It persists in 
going away.
When it's there it's a battery.
Women, by their nature,
go away.
They seldom come
and stay but a short time.
Having tasted I hunger
for that battery.
The going away
makes me weaker than before.
The faces appear to be different each time,
still, the battery works.

2010-05-15

Sirens, no legend

Feeling too weak 
ten years
I didn't look at any woman
until this spring I started noticing 
eyes gazing 
from behind counters 
or battlements of husbands 
and condominiums.

When going home one night,
I heard mosquitos buzz
they heard me moaning:
What do you want from me? 

A monk's life
is more economical on blood.

2010-06-06