Friday, 28 May 2010


pick a world and become the person who inhabits it

the moon is a great poem to be had
we walk upon her like sharpened pencils
titillating pogo sticks bouncing off
cosmonautic leftovers

the earth is a great poem to be had
and had we not tired so soon
we would surely see her
reposing on the pages
of a very worn book

the ocean is a great poem to be had
and jacques costeau is smiling

the heavens is a great poem to be had
and when we grow real bodies
from real words
she can read us
reading ourselves

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Saturday, 22 May 2010


eutopia unveiled

my shame extends into historic collages
of glued-together circle jerkers

now i have a thai pussy

rub it

wet nymph limbs

unicornvampire heart

"do you worry about the world?"

the bomb

nuclear frogs nose-diving into empty swimming pools

no systems, no impulses

dead but sexy

Monday, 17 May 2010




calling all locusts

trapped here, like emotional dead weight, overweight
a pedophile troll under admiralbrucke, perceived as sensational siren by some birds
chanting away, old melodic fairytale

dancing feet rolled up like corn dogs and barely warm, ashes of burnt flags drawing new maps on worn jeans

un-christian territories spattered by unexpected urinal outbursts, the semi-messiah, pee stains and swans gobbling, now ready to try flesh

corals dropping from every sanctified orifice

all ferrymen put to work on clogged canals

coins trapped in sticky pockets

morpheus now morphii, morphed like everything else into everything
abandoned to the heavy salvation of wasted onlookers

looking, surely not into eyes

Tuesday, 11 May 2010



almost stalked

remembered
because you once slipped
your tantric fingers
ice cold
under my covers
very unexpectedly
and served me honey blossom kisses
some night
on a ghost train
derailed

Sunday, 9 May 2010


pioneers without a frontier

i have feared this poem

roaming dim corridors
looking for an outstretched
body
a sick mattress

desperate to inject itself
into a functional vein
and find hiding
in already poetry-ridden
arteries

"the last hit"

is the name it bears
and it goes like this

"there once was a man..

there once was a man.."