camel blues

if you want it, you can have it
really, truly, i am a good camel
stubborn, silent
i will carry you to the other side

what does a camel think ?
his sexual desire ?
sublimated through storm, sand, wind
the heat swirling through me
 a cup of goat´s milk, a plate of dates
dreaming of the salt sea air
and of the woman who opened martin´s heart

I FELL

i fell into this world
into time
into this language
into a place, a culture
i fell
i still falling
falling through useless rescue blankets of soggy paper
i still falling
still lonesome
still whimpering
still lost in the storm

MY BITS

bedside digital clock reads 06:56

i was born 1956

is my unknown mamma

or the madonna of the strange seas

reading these lines ?

no

no-one

no body

i stand alone

my inner voice that of a 7-year-old

fingers fidgeting

some stubbornness holds my bits together

A KIND OF ME

bridge
bus
looking on
yellowy moss spread on freight station roofs
here switzerland
ticking ticking ticking
my heart collapsing
need air, need light
scream mamma scream !
blue yellow red
running on empty