Der seltsame Ichgeschmack 
  
Wenn ich mich schmecke 
salzig oder gehemmt 
bin ich mir fremd 
scharf und gehetzt 
manchmal 
werden Messer gewetzt 
träume im Morgenrot 
denke, ich bin halb tot 
schmecke mich immer noch 
bin vielleicht doch 
halb lebendig

1997-10-16

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

Betrayer, my opposite number

Laudator, slanderer, 
My scornful friend, 
You do talk to small animals like me 
Knowing that I speak but parrot's speech
My No doesn't mean anything
To you

2006-10

Voyage to the moon in three parts

While misspelling 'wether' I suddenly knew
that I wasn't.
The sun wasn't 
shining, a wether was climbing 
the sky,
drawing a sledge with a boy,
throwing hail. 
Now, whether the wether knew it was helping to make bad weather,
I don't know.
However, the boy's bad temper
I can explain: 
What idiot created those three?!

Then - damn it! - another error:
having actually imagined a ram drawing the sledge
I now realize that
a beast whithout balls 
can't sow hail,
while the boy's three parts 
are also, 
though only temporarily, gone,
taken by the moon's good goddess
fat, grinning
confirming the suspicion 
of a moon made of cheese.
The wether grows fat and complacent,
its diet of round moon rocks
makes for throwing up, 
in time.

2007-05-29

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