Nightmare Instructions

Bicycle, horse, rocket, tree.
Beware fascination.
He is the machine.	
Grammophone, auto, printer, elevator, meat.
Lid, purse, telephone.
Empty house.
Young man.
Little lamb.

Bumpy ride on the stairs,
to work, to school!
Good whore, small toilet,
fearing the examination.

I read, write, eat illegally
manuscript, book, the number three.
Silver, black, yellow, orange, green, red.
Cock and balls on the menu of acts.
Scratches in blue, I fear for my things.

Pacing, cycling, prisoner
on map, hilly body.
Single file, him behind,
moving periodically,
thumping stimulation.

Racing, chasing leaving trains,
suspended in mid-stride,
needing to cross the deadline to escape from death,
endangered in the intercourse of cars. 

Beware of bodies, 
breathing, football, screws,
of barrels, bottles, feet, cheese, keys and teeth,
of long, round, budding shapes, pieces of paper, fotos, little images,
of old wood, leather, rubber, mirror, baldness, hair  
and anything that grows,
of grass and trees,
of dog, cat, turtle, spiders, elephant's delight,
of olive, icecream, sweetness, presents, touch.

Denuded, moving house, exposed to gazes,
betrayed by teachers, actors actually,
abducted, abandoned I submit
Abuse declared illegal makes disgust legal.		
What was before disgust?
Fear.
Molestation.

Dropping from lifts, displaced from self,
an object spliced in many mes
observing it from high above.
Is there a victim - an attacker?
Is there a target of so-called desire?
Did I reverse the roles to avoid facing the truth?
Swap the respective actions?
Disperse, reallocate the properties of both?

Can I reverse the roles - 
expose the origin?

		2005-12 - 2007-11

The old must be excused

Once there was a fat old fool
laughing at his tiny tool.
The tool was smarter yet than he,
the giant was too dumb to see,
too dumb to hear a little voice 
that called: don't tread on me,
I am alive, I have a brain,
it's wrong of you to cause me pain.

The fool heard not, kept treading on
or took delight in seeming deaf
and smiling broadly shouted,
- not even so much louder than the little voice -
a mock-misunderstanding jolly, gay old man,
he shouted: "Tread on you? - I will!"
And so he did - and laughed.

2008-05-04

Kein Platz. Zu spät

Ersehne 
Einen Platz 
Im Kreis meiner Lieben
Gehe
Auf der Suche nach einem Stuhl
In der Nacht um das Haus
Sehe 
Sie durch ein Loch in der Mauer
Im Licht ohne mich leben
Fürchte 
Ihre Vorwürfe

Ich komme zu spät

2013-10-04