HAVE YOUR LIFE SUNG A CAPPELLA BY COWARDS

you had been so submissive     a feather in the hand of others

in mine you were a sought after egg     a colony of ribs

soft hair

upon the hair of hair

this first that is boasted     you had several     almost exclusively beginnings
virginities
lining up

to overtake virginities

                                                                        the weekend

rhodonite and plastic                                       it's fine with your dad

                                                                        and your mother too

for you i write vaults upon vaults

and see you break open at dawn
                                                              because snoring unto itself
will not expand you                                 because snoring unto itself
will not strengthen you beyond shame         or hold you
from holding back

PLAZA DES ALWAYS

everybody contracted lupus that year

and drank coffee shipped in

by bas jan ader

telemarketing was it

and so was everything else

just not to 

them
yet

and how they got it now

     finalemente

and wished for fresh kills

every day

*

/ nowadays they ring me up only
   to have their clairvoyancy
   confirmed /

*

prime suspect: over-dilligence

as appointed by a lamp post

selecting witnesses at mass

rate

before the judgment

light

and presence

and a couple of bankers from istanbul

sucking backgammon chips

from the curb

to defy the master trickery of

chewing gum

and holding on to currency

as they see fit

as gas stations

opt for concordance

before the meltdown

of play

altogether

smoking guns they say

seduce lovers

by daylight

on saturdays

ROBES, BUSTS AND RHYMES

more or less equal is less or more like

what she wanted he thought

as the bed had its say

and the shutters bored

on with nothing

except shielding

mother

mary

volcano

from sleep

and shipping news into

polling stations as a soft

pull at democratic intent

that word, she said

brings me closer to coming

than any promise made by tongue

wheel or legislator alike

wild buffalo

shores dried up

long before the promise

of an ocean

LITTLE STARK, LITTLE BLED

third rock from being charmed / by my unknown assailants
and just a breath from turning my cloth on the heavenly moon
to let go of a moan held on to for too long / says one who shall never
bemoan no more / for my tempered heart has shown the time
      accurately
as professed by circumstance / and flawed guts /

theeleaves
and suckling chin

my last words will be given to me
and i shall accept / them
as a last chance at poetry / or family

or a house

that always wins in the end

SKYRIM MOVED IN

we were always boring
no matter the time
you lick
corpses and nothing
but
changes
real all of a sudden
the japanese dinner plates with
munch and duchamp and pollock
plastic shouts
so tidy
all of you controlled
that gas station
where you
if you dared where i
if i gave a certain something about not just nostalgia
and every sleeper cell dreaming
would care
would dream of me my head
on a pole outside its sleeping parliament
let's say you know intimacy
and brutalism
do you dare to flip open
the universe
and give it what it deserves
before it is able to
restock its giftshop
with trinkets and memorabilia
before the retrospective and please



can you tell jerry garcia to return

my records

BILL ALL KRATS

these the volcanoes of norway

these the unspoken volcanoes of norway

erupt not

in want of a neruda

that will not speak of them

yes come watch the blood in the streets on TV and in the galleries

that pulse there in the make-up rooms

that pulse

moles

tunneling absences

polar circles and black and white rainbows (nur der teufel trägt farben)

and market research shows we have yet to be branded

but

what about these marks we carry / die landschaft / krazy kat visionen

what about these scars       the bicycle accidents      slipping     pool

when will you dig me out of the forest of your nightmares

must i grow there too 4 real     and breathe     and thrust     fade

but be not a lamp shade     not even you

but me

who is that cat near the river in the shadows

that hates tea      loves chips

FJUMES

i find you loitering in my dreams and consider the penalty / you say you are my future / tall dark and wearing shoes / unlike the past you were; rotten and horrifying naked / dandruff / so even beauty is a fragment / a sunburnt shoulder in spring / a shop for stilettoes / a thunderbolt undressing / you wake up in me asking / what are we both doing here / is waking up in strange bodies supposed to put us off / here we begin / you designed to be more beautiful than me / me designed to be understanding and jesus of nazareth or aleppo / holes they spring out of almost nothing / we can begin anew / the terror is boring / television at best / and we

TETRIS WITH UTENSILS

he readies himself / to resent her particularities

before / too late /

he worries not / this might be their last

intimacy / worries it may be their first /

always leaves hard as stone / always

returns / with a wand of moss / same old

magic / having continents take form / and

stagnate in mid-creation / satisfying only

the lava already there / 

ARNOLD BÖCKLIN WAS HERE

MERKATOR

no need to hold on

enjoy the sunset

oppose the silence