8 02 2018

Below the thunders of the peaceless mind,

Deep in the abyss, speechless and devoid of light,

Away from reason, undisturbed by thought,

There sleeps the Kraken of my troubled heart.


Unnumbered hordes of thoughts, so fair and neat

Pass by its silent numbness, shadowlike.

The faintest glimpse of Common Sense collides

Upon its deafening quietness and rhythm.


There have they lain and there shall they remain:

The never spoken truths between the lines,

Ink blotches of Irrelevance in my white lies.

Crushed over the threshold of my beautiful mind.



1 02 2018

Like this weightless scent of cold and fir

Seeping through the closed doors on Christmas Eve.

Like a stubborn streak of water,

Leaking from beyond a damm.

So untimely,


Unthinkable –


Oh Lord! Shouldn´t I


Wear my cloak of despicable naivete,

of deliberate unseeing,

seeing past the obvious? –

Seeing past the scents,

the sense,

the essense?

I should, indeed.



Sommer in der Stadt

19 10 2017

Sommer in der Stadt:

Zucker, Benzin und Parfüm in der zitternden Luft,

Der Gehsteig glüht vor Hitze.

Eine junge Frau im samtenen Kleid –

eine fließende Kurve zum Staunen.

Ein Kind blickt mich an

durch die Lokalvitrine,

nachdenklich und naiv, so unbekümmert rein –

Ein kleiner Weiser! –

Und ich muss lächeln…


Bewegung überall: ein Werktag,

hin und her und wieder zurück,

den Geschäften nach,

Alles bebt

Und fließt

Und atmet


So schön ist das!

Ich bin am Leben!

Das Herz schlägt – ich schlage noch! –

Verliebt in diese Stadt:

Wo waren doch meine Augen früher?

May you be blessed, the long-expected spring!

16 10 2017

May you be blessed, this long-expected spring!

With your full-flowing unexpected brooks,

Your rustles, chirring, breaths and flap of wings,

And your concealed, confused and ardent looks.


May it be played in sharp and major keys

Your inexplicable and sparkling soul,

Your heat of life which longs to be released,

And to the partial prefers the whole.


May you last long, these long-awaited charms.

From underworld you come or from above?

The spell that strengthens me and still disarms:

You are so simple, and your name is love.

It aches

18 09 2017

It aches. Day after day and moment after moment.

This pulsing, bleeding piece of emptiness inside.

Concealed, it crawls into my bed at night

To gnaw, to tear – and go on hide next morning.


I fill it up with tons of songs and actions,

And wear my perfect face, so wise and strong.

I joke my heart out, as if nothing w´re wrong

And die with smile and dream of resurrection.


Morning Coffee – Aus der Naivitätensammlung

16 06 2017

Motion, motion, minutes flashing,

Glisten’ning, passing – far thee well!

Here you’re born – here rings the bell.

World of boredom, world of passion.


Little time, less use we running,

Winning, failing, flying high,

Falling badly, shining bright –

Darkness scaring, silence stunning.


Never losing, never finding.

Humans? – Silly twirling flock,

Dancing to the Ragnarǿk.

What a circus! Helpless. Funny…


Poor silly me

8 06 2017

Poor silly me, in vain, in vain.

No introspection saves from sorrows,

No use to fight, no use to follow,

So beautiful and silly brain.


So adult and so childish soul,

The Nowhereland of my illusions,

No use to run and no solution –

Poor silly me and that is all.