paganini's in the hallway, shouting

currently considering final fantasy offer
sparrows halting at brink of exhaustion
currently considering final
breath

and usage

currently considering waste

and an I seeing and something else
with eyes shut
recognizing a stranger
currently considering an introduction

and an I lifting off the receiver
currently considering a reply

hello

currently considering baby steps

and two-headed dogs
one head not acknowleding the other
currently considering decapitation
and building guillotines out of clay
and rain

currently considering hours
well spent
not having a past
or an ageless recollection of a good idea

currently considering blue pens
writing blue skies
for the rest of the day

i killed leisure suit larry

the eighties never
saw a more persistent vulture
than me

going for that bone
that makes you grow
and think of prophecies

pecking tirelessly
at the tattooed stone
lodged somewhere between
the metal memory

a fork returning on a radiographer's
screen

and barbie's punctured lung

so many words carved
on my tongue
now growing ancient
while i remember

youth

short shorts

bicycles
spinning off rainbows
into persistent futures
hanging
from meat hooks

in gasping auditoriums

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

---

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

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

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

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.."

ancient epicurating

you are almost
made of stone
i am almost
made of stone

without arms

we roll against each other
in a museum

waiting

for antique ejaculations

librarian's lament

why not listen

to the
tear drops

hanging on for dear life

to your almost
forgotten eye

how to say why, what

you can't reach into that
which becomes more
in it's past
than in it's future

norway, soon
those old sagas
will be fossilized
and we shall read them again

black tinted scrolls

our very skin

the oil became flesh
the flesh became a cry
the foxes shivered under ground
and grew antlers
out of confusion

languages came and went
some books were canonized

são paulo, truth or dare

kids on ghosted bicycles
storm past the lemon glare of Lula
and the Samsung blue tinted smile
of what's-his-face
into prosperous nights of sweet scented sugar popcorn
and lamplights long forgotten
singing
guns 'n' roses hits
to the steel raven
flapping
it's nationwide wings somewhere
in the black smog
in the darkened diners
and the taxi driver's petrol stained havens

"john carpenter was here"

a hooker's uniform
resting on a window sill
turns catlike
under the crescent nothingness of a moon
too shameful
to bare it's skin

a murder of helicopters in it's place
exuding lifelike whispers
to skyscrapers
wet with rain
still
dancing
that tired old jig
taught
by centuries of junkies
hopped up on capitalism

telephone-sex on a dimly lit expressway

there is so much
to be said

under the erupting volcanoes

but nothing really
to deafen the cries
of creation

short poems dedicated to suicidal seagulls

speak to the head of the triptych

say

what do you know
about brothers and sisters

what did erupting into meaning
give you
of beauty

other than
short gasps

and billows of
bad breath


---


giant squids

so hard to find

so easily left behind

the sun is up for entertainment purposes only


1

jumpstarted

into adventure

unwanted

by christlike tiger

on frozen lake


no toes


2

gypsy women singing

about gypsy women

singing

about gypsy women singing

somewhere in new york

phosphorescent sea babies

it's not hard to imagine harder times

new desires maybe

it's not hard to imagine another imagination

free of desire maybe

white clouds
whatever latin name they bear
not shaping into your sex

or your mouth and your sex

like a bag of cocaine laid out
in beautiful patterns
somewhere in the sky

to make me think of you

behind squinting eyes
and with an imagination
i imagine

that will never bring anything
better than this

summer memory from the Hardanger fjord

none of us
are split in half

none of us
are split in half

rowing boats
reeking of sex

and platonic solids

bomb night


the concrete melted

to deprive
every standing thing

of it's shadows

remains of whole families
would fit

in a red wheel-barrow

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

record prayer, blessed up

as the bored
attach themselves
to the enlightened

the fish escape the sea

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

-banksy

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

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

one-man discoteque

i was really

becoming

well-read

from studying the

atlantis-like wort, sinking

into

my forehead

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

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

staying tuned

listen
to the pessimists

saying

that everything's
already been said

by other pessimists

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

stay in the glass
there is nothing

outside

except
abandoned glass