a red-eyed shark
bit out a big chunk
of my beautiful agony
when at the same time
the mailman married
my daughter in the
church of satan

as I lay dying
I watch the ant
carry away the last
of my breadcrumbs to
a place darker
and warmer than
a swimming-pool
filled with blood

life laughs out
delightful to the priests
and is tempting them with
women, men and
little children
who never really
liked to play doctor
that much

some rattle and hum
in the popmart
some believe in
yesterday
some are killed in front of
their appartment-house
on a sad sunny one

and when I asked you
about your beliefs
you certainly did
not mention
our relationship

when I write
poems
I sometimes
look out
my window
and feel
foolish

until I see
a bird
sitting on
a tree-
branch
singing away
whole-
heartedly
with nobody
understanding
him either

Long before midnight
she told him not to dare
and tell her "I love you."

But it was already
on his mind,
crawled up his throat,
was knocking at
the inside of his teeth,
wanted out, wanted
to jump upon her.

He swallowed it
back down.

And just as the stars
started shining bright,
undemanding and senseless,
he felt a rush
of heartburn once
again.

we know everything
by now or so it seems

know the body
its consisting parts

know about diseases
what causes them

how to heal them
how to die from them

we have finally figured
out the human DNA

even know how to clone
a sheep a cow a

baby boy with blue eyes
and no trimmed mustache

on a stiff upper lip
or so it seems

we have become God
the trouble is

that nobody is happy
knows the right way anymore

less knowledge makes
a happy mind

that's what they told me
that's where the catch is

do we really want a scenery:
sitting on a cloud

with bloodshot eyes
crying hard so

it rains down dramatically
on what is left

to be called humanity

Twisting in bedsheets, thinking:
There - you have been wise,
you have been mature,
you have acted like a
grown up, like you were
supposed to, 26 years of age.

You’ve finally walked the streets
of your home town with
a smile, greeting Mr. Thomas,
waving at Mrs. Jones
driving by in her car.

But the Lions were
there all along. Beautiful
animals walked on the same
sidewalks you did, crows
circling overhead, rats calling
you names at night,
mosquitos singing songs
inside your ears.

But you stood by yourself,
ready to clean up your act,
always said Thank You,
asked how everybody was
doing, showed in church
on a sunny sunday while

blood ran down the sides
of public buildings, strangers
pointed knifes at your throat
and bums threws bottles
full of mice towards your head.

Then you got engaged,
were properly happy when
your soon to be wife gave
birth to a beautiful baby
girl, named her Julia, although
already hating a possible Romeo,
started up investing in
stocks and bonds, always
keeping an extra bid
under your pillow for those
hard times to come.

And when you showed at
the psychiatrist for the first
time, his couch was covered
with nails, his teeth were
razorblades and the secretary
the love of your life.

And when he asked you
what could possibly be the
problem, you just replied:
"Nothing Sir, actually
everything is just fine."