I string together words
Dinner beneath the trees on the edge of town
The last streetlight stretches its fingers before me
Another burial today
How far will you go, my friend?
Star wounds across the heavens
Bloody-footed gods’ thoughts on creation
Dreams and love
Long, long ago
Between birth and tomorrow – lost company
I dream of women in decay
The seeds of madness are struck with every drop of sweat of a receding voice
… mist swirling from the nostrils of cloud-bodied animals
Soft footsteps on paper
Illusions locked in images steam
Another zoo
And again, bars
And the recurring blood of coagulated tiles on my skin
Lost children bring food – will you play with us?
I play. I tell them about Christmas
And we cling together in the smell of wax
Then they flicker out too
I brace myself against the bars and make my declaration
Boldface lines and headlines:
I am not crazy
The rebellion is not intentional
It started where I turned inward
Those few smiles were only veneer
From the disillusionment of the past years
Perhaps the conversation keeps me silent and
Motionless at the border
Imagination takes the rhythm of the sleeping breath
The word jumps to this beat too
quietly shaving the night in waves
The wrinkles of death on the passing years
Please come … I’m not calling you to dance
I distribute my life and I would like you to understand it
Repetitive falling asleep
The never-ending scream of fear
I trample on the signs in the subconscious mud
The net-shaped time and my eyes
Contemplative shadows
The expanding pupil digests the iris
Washes away the future with water
The flood of memories caresses the old gates
I turn into drawings in the expanding smoke
Blue whirlpool of the flight and extinction of tomorrow
Before the arrival of dew
The last magic of freezing hearts – this
is our vision,
Farewell pulse, the beating of clenched fists
Hope, miracle, and pain intertwined with the glimmer of your eyes:
This was our vision for me
Silver lakes rock the wings of swallows
My elongated life clings to the soft mantle of grass
On the edge of the hidden world
It never ends
Dive into the giant arcades
beyond the doors:
I’m waiting for you in the mirrors of the flowers
Today we burn money and ignite tears
Sit among us,
tear down the falling leaves of prejudices like a leaf
and wrap yourself in my mood
I will tell you a story today, if you want
Listen, dream
Be born again
and avoid the killer movements of awakening
We gather in the enchantment of small truths,
no longer counting the trembling time
Will and desire take on a different face
Yet I invite you to dance tonight – and forget
The petals of fever roses dress loneliness
and reveal its bitter beauty
because it’s beautiful, so sad too
I keep you in the soft furrows of raindrops
This confession is the flow of silence in my veins
while the trees blend into the wind
and the birds put on the secret feathers of shadows and
begin to write in the moon’s nest
Today I died again, in the corner of the room
I curl up and start to doubt my existence
This is the levitation.