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Icarus

one more time I reached for you
too late !
I only tore a wing from your soul
cursed the cramp
in which everything between us
distorted into a lie
a shrill laugh, though
so I waved you off
with your flawed butterfly wings
but the heaven gave nothing back
at the end of summer
except your face
etched in a pebble of my memory
and the blue of your eyes
and the molten wax
the seal on the failure of our love
dribbled shamelessly
in my hands 
​

Our Ship of Love

fair wind blows the sails
our ship steady rolling
my face buried
in your long sisal hair
 
I hold your hips
lips softly caressing
bodies raise and curl
the ocean swell
 
we try to conquer
boundaries of the earthy
fly like wild swans
entangled in love
 
hands clenched
bare feet twisted
speechless history shared
future behind
 
helpless, helpless
insatiable hunger
beyond understanding
we move on
 
love is to end
in the fire of passion
time no longer
on our side
 
no choice but sailing
to the limits of awareness
where freedom waters
wash our tired souls
​

Kristallnacht
             9th November 1938

no tears on her cheeks
but rivers deep inside
words dried in her head
the loss that always cried
faces in the clouds
never saw the sun
darkened by the past
they stole the painter’s paint
and burnt the poet’s dream
they broke the clarinet
and crushed the violin
they raped the freedom call
the books containing truth
 
the light of life
beheaded from its root
and the little girl
she cried
her doll torn into parts
the bayonets of shouts
that killed the mother soul
the nightmare picture
stored deep inside
 
eyes once soft
evolved
stones of cold glass
behold
the sepia surrealism
deprived of form
she speaks in silence
hollow words
not meant be understood
 
there is music
from the stars
that sound not as it should
dissonances disturb
familiar harmonies
into dark voiced tympanis
drowning, drowning
sorrowful thoughts
of shameful histories
of broken Kristall
into lamentations
into a never ending Nacht
​

Imagine

the clock of life
counts back
encouraging
to imagine
the world
without me
in the center
 
I realize the
vulnerability
of my home
called body
since major repair
is no longer
an option
 
kaleidoscopes
of impressions
come and go
make me laugh
strong
helpless
 
an appointment
without date
time or place
I encounter
a stranger
without a face
without a name
yes I know
my destination
 
I wonder
how it feels
under a stone
square of yew hedges
surrounded
by trees
reciting
my name
 
my departure
fixed long ago
announced
by those who know
the direction
and took away
my worries
 
I know
you bring flowers
I do not see
play music
I cannot enjoy
speak words
I will not hear
but I love it all
forever
​

Deep Blue Eyes

in your eyes
that deep bluish
cleaved with small fish-bone hair
in shivering flesh
as a numb mackerel
the smoked skin fretted
with drained yellowy urine
discloses the emptiness of the end
no, that direction is not mine
in your eyes
that deep bluish
with black brindles
there in that deepest deep
I wish to sink
unto the bottom of the ocean
where no mackerels can live
where no light penetrates
into the soul of your past
where the stars in the sky
do not shine
where the stars of the sea
float motionless
the firmament of memories
absorbed in the black hole
the nucleus, the uterus
where your deep blue eyes
lack the warmth
that my blood wished to give
so let me sink
sink, sink
into the still saltiness of the water
into the sea of consolatory end
unto the cold nothingness
of your deep blue eyes 

Back Home

pain arrives in waves
washing the shores of my breast
reminds me it is time
to cross the holy river
into the unknown

so I count my breath
medicine men arrive
with bags of secret spirits
bring me to the house
where soft touching hands
​reign and care

so I lay back and surrender
they watch and nurse
I wait and learn
the timetable of river crossing
in the power of
the great orchestrator
​
so they smile me home

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Dream on the Balcony

frosty silence without the pigeons
dumbed the miserable cooing
a load of shiny white shit
on the railing of the balcony
 
the wind pulls the curtains in the air
wave, white flag
sign of surrender, sign of peace
I step outside
 
put the air rifle beside me
down on the pavement
riddled with hail
flaunting lifeless feathered bodies
 
with eyes closed
I come upright in the pale sun
spread my arms
take a deep breath
 
soon the street will flood
the crowd, provided with flags
cheers, chants, claps for the brave
calls my name
 
just one more moment, one more dream
it feels good to be a hero
inside in a little time
the loneliness of a tired man
​

The Bowed Man

stiff dragging legs
follow worn shoes
step by step by step
a cap and a stick
in a wrinkled hand
the other hand on his back
to keep his direction
 
dazzlingly slow
to the end of the street
step by step by step
an alien in the crowds
a crow without screech
gaze fixed
on the pavement
 
life goes on
at different speeds
to be discovered
step by step by step
at the next stretch
inexorably ahead
 
every street corner
calls for a decision
to the other side
step by step by step
turn left, right
or time takes the decision
out of his hands
 
step by step by step
he shuffles uncertainly
up to the curb
the pedestrian signal ticking fast
hurry up
bowed man
your time is running out
​

Melodies in Blue

​I hear melodies in blue
see tear lines of water vapor
chasing tiny silver jets
to borders of imagination
 
birds circle bored and lazy
no perceptible wingbeats
unaware of day or time
endless blue playground
 
memories float ashore
vanished pictures come alive
I paint familiar portraits
against the graving sky
 
black clouds in my chest
cover the blue of mind
stories I wish to deny
engorge beauty of day
 
peace breathes silently
yearning for sunset
tokens of understanding
shine and rise
 
moisten my lips
with sweet gratitude
open my ears
melodies in blue
 

Self Portrait

thoughts slowly float
the downstream pain
I try to stop this train
but there are no stations
on the railroad of anger
only wheels  of iron
sing in endless sequences
their deadly refrain
 
the beaten past
shivers its burden
no button to stop
this tortured brain
in the guilty sky
names are written
their portraits hidden
in clouds of shame
 
the eyes are tired
the sight is empty
like wind bending reed
under silent wailing
colorizing the haze
this untrue world
reveals the emptiness
mirrors of our face
 
what else to do
but soothe the mind
name it cowardly
name it impuissance
what else to do
but soothe the mind
escape in writing

a bouncing heart

​there they are
this group of men
at the end of the street
they hang for hours
tins of beer in their hands
scowling at passersby
with plastic bags loaded
life style gadgets
shamelessly rocking
in their jealous eyes
 
here I am
at the other side
equipped with
all comforts of life
that cannot prevent
the inevitable
of a bouncing heart
an irregular breath
heralds of impermanence
I feel vulnerable
longing for some company
not aware
weakness walks with me
all the time
 
I try to grasp the wind
grasp the puffy clouds
in vain
notable stature lacking
I am not a birch
that can reach  to the sky
spreading her trees
in solitude standing
or  with her peers
in the woods echoing
everlasting murmurs
preaching the past
and the future
 
why deaf for the song
of the greenfinch
why blind for the
yellow robe
the coltsfoot shows
the sacred dance of spring
demands all attention
untamable the outbreak
of promising new life
 
the street a public place
for all souls God created
to stay or move on
the body a temporary home
for our names
to reside for a while
no room for complacency
no time for mourning
but resign meekly
in the cycle of life
 
I button my coat
turn to the corner
with firm step
and a bouncing heart
​​

          In Heaven

the sea swells
your breasts reach
the stainless white moon
please bury my eyes
in the sandy beach
of thoughtless eternity
where shells whisper
secret words of love

​
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