at dawn
my toe-nails grew large
lengthened shade
in a simmering paste of red

shoelaces shrinked
and carved in canvas
stirred feet

one thousand ants
crossed tunnels
and pricked tiny
specks of light
through my soles

thus at dawn
after a days work
my knees clapped
a friday beat

Damn...
I cannot tell you
wether I am sad
or alone
a single orange
or cramps in the leg
only stiffened your attention
an instant

Damn...
I know it happens over there
seeing seldom flaws
in my own attention
sorry i did not listen
when you peeled me
and got to the core
I feel ashamed now
as a fish
in a bowl
on a plate
naked
as you peeled
me....

I had lunch
waited for the sun
rocked about in a chair
listened to some birds
bickering illeterate words
over crumbs -or worms
I sang aloud
a few phrases
in empathy
of my solitude
crossed my legs
re-crossed them
and sat up straight
I overlooked my hands
noticed wrinkles
on the fingers
and looked at my feet
which are immensely small
the sun came
lighting a cigarette
got up for a stroll

nobody called
or whistled on the street
my passing was unnoticed
so I sang aloud again
when no one was watching
and strolled back home

nihilist

such as?"
"a cream whipped morning
or a sound of thunder
-of course on a summer night-
when you sit outside
smoking your cigarette
watching the willow dance
enjoying your damn wine
raging crows migrating east
away from the wind
; the short smile you get in your car
going down a small slope
of the blond next to you
shivers when you piss
or the firt sip of beer after
work, or sex, or violence
seeing Michael Jackson at age 7 live
yet again"

MMM...no..

domesticated

when driving down the road
I had to leap across a stray dog
who hustled his way
across the street
of unwanted souls

with four legged nympho bitches
howling in the early morning
for a slice of pizza
and a sip to drink

for me- there was nothing else to do-
but follow the bastard
and his mob of bitches
leaking across the asphalt street

hungry

And it felt like prom night...

Her desolate smile
under red lipstick smooches
which covered her cheeks
and a small part of her chin

her eyes woozy
unstable cigarette smoke
shifty rodent
searching nuts

her dress
made of waterfall
missed fresh morningdew
supply of water
showed rocky slides
down south

the armpits
oilwells

the legs
from a collapsing bridge

as she sipped her drink
in the casino lounge
-in a nearby city-

I kissed her
knee high
late in the evening
it felt like prom night