told you so !

a sneering moralist told me
yes, strike a dramatic attitude
and shout out
all or nothing !
the time will come
when all is gone
you´ll stare at dust
and suffer from serious pulmonary and respiratory complaints

mamma, the sea

i expect to die by the sea
whatever
a bomb attack on a harbour bar
this century´s lisbon earthquake and associated tsunami
a plane falling out of sky into sea
too much sun, heart seizing up
as i emerge from the waves
or just rowing
the tide turns
and i´m rowing
just rowing on

MONO

kicking dustbins over
smashing glass windows
bawling and screaming
you want to pwn her
but you´re not strong enough
and she´s not fool enough
moses shorn of his beard

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...

sally, you know me

feel i´m one of the
walking wounded
and what battle was it ?
just some stupid business deal
drinking coffee, eating in restaurants, negotiating and calculating day and night
so that we have more chick peas, more cheddar than the next man
and sally
i still can´t dance
i still can´t love my being