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

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

Dissociation Instructions

Every situation is a situation
beginning with fear,
a contract: their expectation,
and someone trying to calm me.

It is normal to comply
while their demands grow unpleasant
the contract cannot be broken,
I'm leaving my body alone.

Can I not get away together?
A little no must be possible.
It is better to err on the no side.
The contract must be broken!

2008-05-07

Zwischen Wiege und Wald
ängstigte ihn das Alter 
so sehr
dass nur seine Gier zu befriedigen half. Lächelnd
tötete er das Kind.

2013-06-08