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

me and a troubled world

in this troubled world
my worries weigh little
tho´ heavy on my shoulders

socially awkward
i seek to dance in my poems
a sublimation
that i don´t quite manage

two

about my father :
a time his fire raged
now a pummice stone in the bathroom
is the only witness to past passions
a stone now used to rub away the stains
the reminders of life lived

about his son :
stupid
foolish
melodramatic
romantic
depressed
would like to be on the golf course
and then to dive into egyptian fleshpots

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