old invoice

What are you going to do with it all when I die
When I die
When my English heart gives up the beat
When the reflexes stop
When my shop´s closed up for good
What are you going to do with it all,
With some 9 billion bit players
And a couple of thousand speaking parts ?
I guess
it´ll be crumpled together
and discarded
like an invoice that was paid some time back.

stand-up man

first time tragedy,
second time comedy,
then history, then mathematics & algebra
then sociology & economics.
stand-up man keeps coming back
and hits you hard !

what you mumbled

suddenly confronted
in dirty metals
blues and grays
and screams of agony
with what you mumbled :
no you didn´t evoke or provoke this hell
this is not revenge
for wilfully using bricks you yourself never baked
its just how socioeconomic forces play out
how your personal space time warps
banal blood
so if you are to have a future after this
be more careful

sm

sm spce
sm mth
it´s snowing in my heart

4.11

on four
goint eleven
sevr the estrs
nine

16 with a bullet

sixteen joy and hanging
shoes black skies and white ties
old membranes she´s retaking her sames,
redoing innumerable rays
an assortment of softly woven lies
richly treacherous bland pies & organic, messianic stems
he took the glass of water in his left hand and raised it to his lips
it has was might
the cards of eliot and his drowning pebbles
never to arise again, my frenzied companion

net 2

go ´net young man !
and the owner of the general store
makes his millions
selling spades and boots