nothing more

is it true
that it all comes out in the wash
at the end of the day ?
when all are sad and dun ?
johnny screams : i can´t wait that long
wait or not, is her response
the measured steps of time
follow one another like days and years
all i want
he gritting his teeth, suppliant, defiant, stammering
is certainty
she says, you´re on your own now boy
like always
eat of the tree
look at the world, its smoke and mirrors
he hurls his glass against the wall
she : yes, feel your strength
and your weaknesses
there is nothing more

salt sea mamma

a motorboat along the line
between sea and sky
sun sprinkles silver and white
into a murky green sea
waves riding in eagerly

had too much of numbers, taxes, calculation, equity,
balance sheets, distribution, cheques, payments, percentages, loans, rates

i unclasp her bra
baby seal, my head bobbing
mouth finds the nipple
salt sea mamma will suckle me
and all will turn to the best

walking, running

i walk through a department store
in this mediterranean tourist town
rows upon rows upon rows
of household appliances
easter island faces staring at the sea
burners, hairdryers
polished voodoo
shimmering monsters
in croydon county court
a lawyer pleads for clemency
citing a moment of madness
tho´ i hate and fear these young men
i know and feel it too

time change

mamma !
the sudden call
breaks through quiet folds of sleep
the helper shifts from low-state introspection
to alert
to read and follow signs slewed by illness

time is the mystery
time, rhythm, mystery
a piebald piper am i
sitting by the atlantic
watching wave upon wave
trying to comprehend
to cut through the pinball overlay
the bells, the shrieks, the moralists running berserk
to get to where really is

help !

it´s 4 a.m.
hotel in zurich
cigarette smoke from the open window
outside, junkies transacting business
i wait
i am waiting for nothing
screaming
just to see without understanding
howling at the moon
o glorious shamash
o the heart that i have from my mamma
help me
please

a pretty pass

galloping through the pass
my heart stampeding
dust cloud half-killing me
stop
peace for a few moments
then the harrying resumes
looking at the ground
sullen, stubborn, misunderstood

i had glimpsed the shutters
thrown wide open
of the woman´s room
leapt for joy and then remembered
how it is these days
a time our sexual relationship was all-consuming
with the obsessive intensity of the couple relationship
now it´s sporadic
for me the obsession careering wildly
like a flake of sodium burning up on water

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