a bench and a table

it´s time
sitting here on a long hard wooden bench
sitting alone
to say
i don´t care
life is good

the monarchist

he drinks imperial tea
out of deferential christian crockery
smokes cheap cancer
grunts his armchair assent
to the greater glory
of king and country
adjusts his trousers and laughs silently
daydreaming of riding in her country
of his cock filling her sweet suck mouth
with lovely warm salty spurts
he squints at the exploits
represented in the paper
winces when reprimanded
second grade fodder
self not really there

zurich

the only thing approaching alive here are
the bayer boys and girls
their dogs faithful on leashes
one urgently licking the face of his charge
who´s lying blissed out on the railway track

beyond the stinging nettles
evergreens stand soft in the distance
snow at their feet
i greet their appetite for revenge
they will kill silently, with maximum force

the days tick by and people nod
in this dead land
pretending and play-acting.
dead capital festers
the light of life is directed down a strict grid
perverted into a stench
foul and unwholesome

my heart´s blues

the heart that i have from my mother
my heart of different ages
an ice wind blows through me
my cogs don´t engage
and the motor doesn´t fire up
time hangs like fog on the air
what is and what should have been
diverge

trooping the colour

i wrote your name on my ensign
in a thousand dreams, letters and poems
i wish to write it on my tombstone
what stupidness !
it´s neither what you want
nor what makes me happy.

AND

no dalembries for me, no coffee, no cakes, no whisky, no cocaine, no colours, no smells, no nothing. just a little hole in my heart, just a little hole in my head. a few whisps of melody, a few more moans and groans may yet escape my event horizon before the heaviness gets too heavy. you stand alone, son, said the texan, not even language is with you

it´s always nice to be ...

somewhat stubby fingers
still sex smelling
take the pencil to write
she sucks her thumb
and the sea molecules
go to her head
as she joyfully chooses
a fitting circumlocution

it is written

and she felt the cock jumping
and she knew it was his cock
and she knew it was the end of the world