We swim through hair,
In its whirlpools
We exchange formulae
We swim through hair
In its whirlpools
The drains are clogged
We swim through hair
In its whirlpools
Mouths full of drowned men
We swim through hair
In its whirlpools
The bottom sinks toward us
We do not notice
I live in an aquarium
Among the other piranhas
I learn to swim
To feel the small fish
To swim up near to him
And to astonish
I live and live and live
Among sharp corals and reefs
The glass walls are there
Only to prevent the sleep
Because…
when you break through
to the other side of the mirror
When you break through to the other side of the mirror
You will see another aquarium
Where piranha devours piranha
Where piranha devours piranha
Where piranha devours piranha
Until
There is nothing but water
In the aquarium
I am electrified –
All of the earth’s volts
Penetrate me
Wrap around my neck,
Dot my back
With radiant stitches.
I am electrified –
With neon lights
The sparkle of skyscrapers
Airplanes twinkling
The flutter
From your computer.
I am electrified –
In microschemes I count
Sunsets and sunrises,
Which occur all at once
When the mechanized watches have stopped –
I am electrified.
Grass stairs mute step-echoes
For expectant ears each step is
in
au
dib
le
They will take your picture again
In this kitschy sunset
Among monolithic cliffs and mists of smog
For a pretty Japanese postcard.
They will take your picture again
And will scan the iris of the eye,
There a lonely old man with burned legs
Looks through the window of his hospital room.
They will take your picture again
Colorful Fuji blocks
Immortalized in USB
Perhaps – first like a gay man,
Sad ly sipp ing mojitos.
They will take your picture again
A New Age story
So much blood on the keyboard
Maybe it’s just ironic
That after traveling all night through myspace
You only found a single star
Crumb ling with hardcore
Experimental screams
Of…
a soothing melody
In the jungle never were days barren of touching
panthers, cobras, tigers –
treading licking in golden frames.
A thick nectar pours from the depths of intoxication
with butterflies, dragons from the east it flies
away…
During your childhood you met many fantastic beasts
Lynx rubbed against your legs,
Snakes whispered sweet little words,
Adorned in scorpion beads.
During adolescence you began to shun your acquaintances
And learned to sleep with a loaded weapon under your pillow
All of your beloved having turned into
Monkeys bounding in wilderness.
When you became an adult, when it receded like a shadow
A shadow, having grown still,
You do not see dreams at all and sleep with a weapon
Placed at the end of your bed.
I live in a high tower of melancholy right now
At 6 am I just opened my window in order to see
If there is some sign from you and I found one.
There was a giant black horse in the velvet of water
Its figure appearing more clear sculptured by every wave
It was so gorgeous and beautiful until it started to
Transform into some beast with beech muzzle
And I closed my window.
I went to the writing desk, which was in the morning
Shadow and sat down in a mysterious mood for writing
But then all the table appeared to be present by
All illuminating light – I turned my head back to the sea
It was a big fire ball, flying inside through the window.
I screamed your name.
And woke up.