my world III

knot m ´aiee
gnat gnaw
know nda
nit meye
whirled
natt o mi
werd bubl, is
water !
please ! water !

my world II

I know the time is coming soon
or is long past
- it´s always later than you think -
to take this world as it is
and do what is to be done
I know
I know

my world

and if you were to ask me
how am I doing ?
and if my guard were down
I would burst into tears
and seek to bury my face in your lap :
not my world, it´s not my world.

flight

flight from desire is impossible,
and misguided
why even try ?
in order not to get hurt,
a dishonourable and futile aim.
get on board your brig and set sail
for foreign shores
and foreign perils

patterns in white

spray and sweat pouring off my face
down to the cabin
my friend, will you take my sperm in your mouth ?
for me it would mean your absolute love
but for you it would be capitulation
and so we look away
and I stare at the abstract patterns,
the cracks in the white metallic paint.

islands

child woman man :
islands in your mind,
millions of islands.
the sea lions barking,
water eroding and rebuilding,
the bulls tearing chunks of flesh out of one another,
a few decomposers do the rest.
stronger than any stupid little drug.

minutiae

coffee, a glass of milk, breakfast struggling in my stomach,
outside the hammers clanging.
she kissed me this morning
I desired her body under the crisp clothes
denied, I am nervous, muddled
my face set rigidly.

blow by blow

blow by tattered blow,
speaking slowly
chameleon moves
here and there in spacetime
was is could be why not wasn´t shouldn´t couldn´t
don´t or do !