after bathing in your waters
drinking your startling thoughts
the purr that grows to pant
the kisses, the rumbling shout of delight
and the quick side-kicker
taking advantage
of the dark rainy night
and the body of woman
delight, shame-faced a little, boyish guilty looks
but pleased as punch all the same
the world is good !
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
sexual beings
she wanted to keep the lines open
she waited a little
said with a smile
i´m a woman of flesh and blood,
lust and desire
his mamma connection exploded in his heart
longing, jealousy, weakness, tears
but he also wanted
so he searched for a little joke
a signal, a green light
that indeed the lines are open
she waited a little
said with a smile
i´m a woman of flesh and blood,
lust and desire
his mamma connection exploded in his heart
longing, jealousy, weakness, tears
but he also wanted
so he searched for a little joke
a signal, a green light
that indeed the lines are open
Monday, December 28, 2009
a long year
a long year, a lost year
i gave myself up to the lonely pleasures of poetry, song and other sublimations
i couldn´t resolve my problems
in life as she is lived
so i withdrew
and spent lonely nights
with piano, guitar, pens and pencils.
a lost year ?
i know more of myself
i know how seductive the dark road can seem
the image more attractive to me
than getting down to business
and getting my snout dirty
i worked up
a fractured bitterness
and thus i circumscribed the rub
and romanticised my problems
a rough year
i gave myself up to the lonely pleasures of poetry, song and other sublimations
i couldn´t resolve my problems
in life as she is lived
so i withdrew
and spent lonely nights
with piano, guitar, pens and pencils.
a lost year ?
i know more of myself
i know how seductive the dark road can seem
the image more attractive to me
than getting down to business
and getting my snout dirty
i worked up
a fractured bitterness
and thus i circumscribed the rub
and romanticised my problems
a rough year
matchbox
i put the reasons for my discontent in a matchbox
counted and ordered them
went walking
fingers in my trouser pockets clasping the box
a rough day
or a stupid boy ?
counted and ordered them
went walking
fingers in my trouser pockets clasping the box
a rough day
or a stupid boy ?
Saturday, December 26, 2009
2009
this year spits out its last days
shortly we will arrive at london bridge
the porters throw open the doors
flurry, hustle and bustle
a voice crackles over the tannoy :
all change, this train terminates here
all change, all change please ! "
yes, that´s what i want
above all else.
shortly we will arrive at london bridge
the porters throw open the doors
flurry, hustle and bustle
a voice crackles over the tannoy :
all change, this train terminates here
all change, all change please ! "
yes, that´s what i want
above all else.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
clean and tidy
coarse cloth roughly cut
feet stuffed into shoes
mathematics drill
brushed and burnished
scrubbed with no feeling
more important that our boy is clean and tidy
than that he lives
i don´t give a wanker´s toss
i don´t care,
give a shit, i mean
fuck this
so i pay them back in their own coin
and i pay the price
feet stuffed into shoes
mathematics drill
brushed and burnished
scrubbed with no feeling
more important that our boy is clean and tidy
than that he lives
i don´t give a wanker´s toss
i don´t care,
give a shit, i mean
fuck this
so i pay them back in their own coin
and i pay the price
Friday, December 18, 2009
can you ?
you´re mid fifties
you ask how much can you still learn
can you change your thinking and feeling cells ?
one arbitrary answer is yes
so just do it brother
and let the waves take you
you ask how much can you still learn
can you change your thinking and feeling cells ?
one arbitrary answer is yes
so just do it brother
and let the waves take you
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