We Swim Through Hair



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


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


There is nothing but water

In the aquarium

I Am Electrified



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.




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

a soothing melody

Freud’s Dream



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


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.

Tower of Melancholy



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.