the madeleine blues

these are the madeleine blues
where you stare
at an empty wall

these are the madeleine blues
when you avoid
looking in the mirror

these are the madeleine blues
you´re a day late
and a dollar short

and you walk the long road
to sing
the madeleine blues

every second

like some reconvalescent
every inch, every minute counts
that is the savagery of the protestant super-ego
how in god´s name can this stupid child exist and live in this complicated world ??
but the ground sings...

bathwater

the baby, the bathwater:
try to avoid stupid gestures
the word becomes flesh
and the steps you take have meaning
your drunken staggering
and hurling empty beer bottles into the air
could have brought you to the methadone clinic in toronto.
so you are lucky,
some ray of sunshine
warmed you
and your breathing eased,
yes !

I am a jellyfish

a jellyfish,
I have little own direction
stinging those who touch
arms flailing
arms reaching out for love

my world III

knot m ´aiee
gnat gnaw
know nda
nit meye
whirled
natt o mi
werd bubl, is
water !
please ! water !

my world II

I know the time is coming soon
or is long past
- it´s always later than you think -
to take this world as it is
and do what is to be done
I know
I know

my world

and if you were to ask me
how am I doing ?
and if my guard were down
I would burst into tears
and seek to bury my face in your lap :
not my world, it´s not my world.