Wednesday 30 December 2009



JET SLAG

there used to be so much forest
and snow

earlier

bordering a huge
naked rock

used condoms ebbing
and flowing

resembling tiny seal pups
listening
to

a different earth

between the legs of
a different universe

Wednesday 23 December 2009



record prayer, blessed up

as the bored
attach themselves
to the enlightened

the fish escape the sea

Monday 21 December 2009


"WHEN THE TIME COMES TO LEAVE, JUST WALK AWAY QUIETLY AND DON'T MAKE ANY FUSS"


-banksy

Friday 18 December 2009



be a museum, and preferably an egyptian one, and preferably one containing tons of statues of isis and osiris

it's not necessarily humanity
that comes first
maybe doom
an all-devouring lust
doom
your feet wrapped around my neck
doom
and extacy
doom
and that
which makes you love and persist
and drift away in human happiness

not knowing
like a sparkling leaf in autumn
not knowing

not caring

doom and not doom

a sparkling leaf in autumn

Sunday 13 December 2009



after the singing: echoes and reverberation. then, finally, peace in the cave.


of course you are right
saying that JEIN is the only word
needed to speak german

and that TENGO GUAPAS will suffice
in spanish

such is history also

charles darwin shadowboxing
while walls

crumble, around him

and we'll retreat
to a room
where, finally

we can talk

Tuesday 8 December 2009



one-man discoteque

i was really
becoming

well-read

from studying the
atlantis-like wort, sinking
into

my forehead

Sunday 6 December 2009



Rainbow paraplegic

not funny

serious

not funny

serious

powder keg eyes

(also: new year's eve and who to dance with. and: new year's eve and who to dance with)

not funny

comic book personality

serious, not funny, serious, comic book personality

sending postcards from a ballroom
in the belly of a whale

tap dancing. hardly any echoes

Thursday 3 December 2009



2

skinless

I asked you
to accept my nature

your skeleton

went over to the bar
and shook it's bones

it was over

---

fined

for hanging around, waiting

for poems

Monday 30 November 2009



staying tuned


listen
to the pessimists

saying

that everything's
already been said

by other pessimists

Sunday 29 November 2009



YESTERDAY; ANYTIME

moons travelled backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
bodies stretched backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
caravans continued backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
faces grew everywhere, on everything, sang and spat
mouths formed everywhere, on everything, sang and spat

moons

faced down in puddles, under rocks

Friday 27 November 2009



stay in the glass
there is nothing

outside

except
abandoned glass

Tuesday 24 November 2009



HEARTS # 7

conceptual heart


this heart is invisible/and I give it to you
all I want
is for you/to throw it
and write a letter of apology
to the person or country
where it lands



HEART # 6

hearts never know
said ringo starr of the beatles
knowing, something
that used to be secret
before ringo starr knew

Saturday 21 November 2009


HEART # 5

hearts were in style/when I was young/you could
take one/you could take one/hearts were in abundance/
when I was young/looking out of windows/judging/
like hearts do/other hearts/heartily/and the other
hearts/looking back/from across the street/you
could pick a fight/you could pick a fight/with hearts/
when I was young/and the heart would win/and
another heart would win/hearts were in abundance/
when I was young/they would fall out/from sixth floor
windows/and land accomplished/on the roofs of
expensive cars/shouting bloody hallelujah/if
they could/hearts/when I was young

Wednesday 18 November 2009



HEART #4

fictitious heart


I've had hearts/ believe in hearts/ I've had hearts/ believe in hearts
I heard hearts singing/ I heard hearts singing/ in the aloe vera grove
with jupiter voices/ jupiter voices/ hearts coagulating/ rotting

can this heart be a little more festering/ can it be a little more rat-like
can this heart be judged/ or obscured/ ridiculed by passions
condemned/ unheard/ tried/ in the aloe vera grove
moon/ moon/ sky/ jupiter/ rabbit/ turtle/ fox
fox voices breaking/ fox aeterna/ fox populi

I've had hearts/ believe in hearts

Tuesday 17 November 2009



HEART # 3

hearts
relax
in hearts
never thought of
by hearts
that never
relax

Sunday 15 November 2009



HEART # 2

jungles collapse
in star systems
collapsed
in tiny universes
collapsed
in minds
collapsed
in hearts
collapsed

Wednesday 11 November 2009


HEART # 1

what holds on to your heart
what holds on to your idea of your heart
what snake

ERASE

what sun

ERASE

pan cakes
deep desert skies
what

ERASE

huge choppers flied in
from outer space
what space

ERASE

heart

ERASE

Wednesday 28 October 2009



how I celebrated the CNN reporting that todays breaking news were: NO BREAKING NEWS:

I plunged onto the streets
and grabbed an unknown man
what country are you from
what country are you from
"I am from.."
can it be bought
can it be bought
the man dropped to the ground
and turned into a turtle shell
I picked it up
and wore it as a hat
for the remainder of the day


how I dwelled in delicate torture and ended up a smiling and delightful human being:

I carried that torch
you saw me carrying that torch
that torch, how I carried it
from Olympus to Olympus
that flame, never dwindling
as columns of stone underneath me
fell into ruins
we share our doubts
don't we
how do we persist
block upon block
in tiny apartments
with scared cats
scuttling under beds for shelter
crouching
beneath my cerulean heart
can you hear those mythological mountains
crumbling
skies and bodies
skies and bodies
how familiar it sounds
to my clear blue cerulean heart

Wednesday 30 September 2009



Dr Platonius, charged with unicorn fuel and ostrich feathers
Dr Feather, uncharged, Lacrimosus, horned
Dr Horn, the end
Dr End, when can i see my body, the assassin
Dr Body, Con Gusto, unavailing, heavy rays from Jupiter, Europa
Dr Europa, moon shaped tumors, new maps, Chimaera, Jersey, Guadalcanal
Dr Map, unwarranted building of gardens, holy displays, tired cattle

what once was stampeding
what was stampeding
wavering straws
unicorn dust

pretty flowers
why not

Monday 28 September 2009




two. four.



apparently
the final hour has come

again

i'm standing in the hallway
lecturing
a wavering light

because

the dishes are piling up
and the milk
is close to expiring

Thursday 17 September 2009



long unintended poem dedicated to will oldham, the actor

*

forced into this

of course you are forced into this

how well you know me

by now

we both have answers

i make you do this

i make you copy this, write this, use this

you're actions are long since my actions

i know you

i force you into this

i hope you will last

you can not give up

you know this

we are forced into this

what we do in life echoes in mediocrity

did you think we were powerless


---


how long did we travel
to tell this story

i know we sent postcards, do you remember
the glaciers

how do we remember importance

one spring

our feet were not shaking

---


did i promise myself

to be here

---


hovering now

like a mystic yogi

over a burnt pizza


---


we just need alcohol

to finish this poem

there was a universe

i am sure we know everything about it

we just need alcohol

to prove it


---


we're being crazy

i know

suburban

green

don't give a fuck


---


i was head over heels

at one point

but the girl got lost

i got lost

the poem got lost

bloodhounds, senseless

only screams would persist

head over heels

at some point


---


still here to haunt you

oliver reed

in the shape of a pear

or christopher lee
the old dracula

with sponsored teeth

high on ketamine

no refunds what so ever


---


do dogs

ever catch that branch

that will tell them

stories

in branch words

translated in dog teeth language

tons of humans

left longing

for explanations


---


cafeterias

estranged by contact

humanity

dragged across the counters

in an unbearable shelling


---


just remember

all these things before

knowledges

idolatry

boredom


---


youth

i have an idea

---


we're selling oil

i know oil

oil knows me

it knows you too

it is heaven

a beautiful buick

we'll make it in time


---


let's give something back to the community

something special

let's give something back to the community

a jesus

or another jesus


---


i put you on to this

we shouldn't trust my dreams

but here we are

i put you on to this

these are dreams

don't you recognize torn wings


---


even though you can't imagine it

your bearded smile

hides nothing more

than a bearded smile


---

Tuesday 15 September 2009




fortyseven.



(tombstone. final)




friends



is time

ruined

Thursday 10 September 2009



fortyfive.



have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (early in the morning convincing you
you can stretch your humanity)
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (lying about the solidity of words)
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (in the winter white mountain pass creeping
up to leonard cohens cowl whispering coyly or snow white
blinding leonard you haven't really penetrated anybody
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (in the artificial waterfall as a woman
or a rare and beautiful animal a shiny unicorn before it
dissolves in the thunder of the broken water pipes)
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (saying wait I'll be right there)
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (I saw it in a fractured glass and read
it's lips "half of peace and liberty is chaos and destruction")
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (the stranger you suspect will take
you home)

Wednesday 2 September 2009



thirtyfour.



(the beginning of an endless poem)

who asks the waves
to hold on
or the earth
to stop shivering

with desperation

and tears

while you are

spooning

and cannot
sleep

Monday 24 August 2009



twentytwo.



like nature
it's time
to close your eyes
there will be no more
real children
only bitter, old men
inhabiting tiny skeletons
spending an eternity
dying

Friday 31 July 2009



seven.



somewhere, there is a poem free of reference
but it is not this one, thus it refers to itself
somewhere, there is a poem free of reference
but it is not this one, thus it refers to itself

[pause]

repeat first verse

[pause]

repeat first verse