lionheart

adolescents, we sat in music booths
listened and laughed
you were he
whom all the girls fancied
lost in medieval dust
i tagged along
as far as i could
you didn´t let it hurt you
when i cold-shouldered you
you well knew you held all the aces
those days we kept nail files, bus pass and a few coins in our school pockets
now forty years on i read your story
how your god-named son has saved you
for the time being

i greet you my friend
no-one has more
than the time being
but you know it better than most

tearful times

i feel like a whale fish
grounded on the sands

perhaps they will come
with their animal-friendly technology
solicitously winch me back into swimmable waters

or my mother, the sea, will hear my cries
she will come to my bedroom
bringing high tides
and i can dive again
deep down into the deep waters
there i´ll remain a long time
in the depths
before coming back up
to blow

friday

o my heart, that i have from my mamma !
last night i went to my room, buried my face in my hands
and just cried...