Nicolas, single, 24 years

nicolas looks in the mirror
not bad
teeth a bit prominent but beautifully whitened
red hair combed back smartly

i wear sensitive glasses
well-fitting jeans
casual, elegant shirts
with personality

yes, they are watching my every move
all eyes on me
i open my mouth ever so slightly
they hang on my lips

i say things in a fascinating way
the world is very impressed
when i quietly say
that design is frozen life

edgy

I see production and consumption
the dance of the vanities
intricate complications
finance, well-being
weapons systems

I see, and you too see
the models on the catwalk
the trim beard of the environmentalist
the proud fathers of sports cars
the high fives in the chic bars
the refugees shouting for water
for a drop of humanity

I listen out for the silent one
I prick my ears
are those steps approaching ?
we all want, we all need
all bleed

I hear the cook chattering
about scandals, the internet, politicians
the drivers admiring, desiring the gleaming automobiles
I hear it, don´t you hear it too ?

The players of instruments
druggies or prim performers
are sometimes the only ones

The plain clothes inspectors catch the faredodger and I hate them
don´t you too ?

evening

good evening, mr. jones, said she
i put my arm around her
she turned in to me
i felt her breasts pressing against my chest
so i told her
yes my love
i am a bent corkscrew
but there ´s a good future for us together

8 years old

the sinking of the scharnhorst
a drama at the piano
and in poster paints
red, gray, and black

to say
only at that moment did i live
would be unfair
but not a million miles from the truth

15.02.2011

15 february 2011
one of the happiest days in my life

there are times

there are times
when you feel every inch of your skin
you transfer the fingers
so that your head no longer splays them
register the pressure release of each individual finger
you feel movement in your belly
as the tea you drank negotiates a path through your digestive system
mobilizing enzymes and stomach muscles
you feel the sole of your feet pressing through the sandal onto the floor tiles
right leg crossed over left, the slight knick in the knee
white noise in your ear
you breathe in and out
you assume you will live forever
you know this is illusion
you know the score as regards immortality
your heart of different ages
will not keep beating for ever
these banal moments
intimations of mortality
are maybe all you really have

from over yonder

CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK
TIP TAP
STOMACH TURVY
THOUGHTS
TICK TOCK TICK
TIME
SMELL
BREATHING
DRINKING
CLICK CLACK
DONT STOP