Street Shadows

walk in the shadows of homesickness
is really nothing particular
familiar – afterall
on call or duty is what I really need not be right now
care for the fare, of this harem
that leaves you with a sickened feeling like when you ate too much candy
dandy the fancy fancifull pirouetting polymers of disgust and arrogance
mir wird schwer
wenn ich an die Zukunft meine Hoffnung haenge
was wird wenn ich die Vergangenheit so lasse wie sie ist
ohne meine letzten Worte, die muessen sich immmer wieder
neuschreiben, neu nachpruefen, neu schreiben, neu pruefen, neu dazu schreiben neu dort druecken

I am a giant

Death is upon my eyelids
So honey, kiss them and give me my cigarettes
So I can heave in my joys
And breather out my sorrows

Life is leaving my ribcage
So honey give me my cup of wine
The sweet blood of mother earth
And touch my trembling chest

Scars of splinters in my back
With the mouse of god
Picking it from my lion soul
And never forgiving the my hunger for flesh

Durch Gelassenheit

lies are easy to breathe
when they oint me in the smell of lavender
and faces bow to the rationalization
of my idealism of the whore of the church

jesus come down from the tree
you’ve waited till autumn
have made its branches bare of leaves
jesus come down from the tree
for me to leave

skies and curves of your body are
easy to spill on an easel
when talking to you underneath bed sheets
and tell your blind eyes to see the stars

jesus come down from the tree
you’ve waited till winter
has made you frozen pale grey
jesus come down from the tree
for me to leave

roman nails are easy to seal
a body’s wrists and ankles to a living tree
and they melt to a lead rust
poisening the blood and flesh
rotting to the tree’s knotted dying mesh
till atoms and atoms are one

jesus let me on the tree
make their words the nails
;et me lay my face to your face
and my lips to your lips
jesus let me on your tree
for me to believe

The Old Testament and Kierkegaard's Love for Humanity

Hello mcdonalds across the street
Weeping children crossing under your feet
Hello ragged change maker
Give him a smoke instead
And tell him of Elijah

Hello construction of a tram
Ways for us to avoid uncle sam
Hello night long shifts
Of endless waging
And tell them of Elijah

Hello nutshell soul
More empty than whole
Hello posh porsche sliming the streets
Blind on the inside
As to the outside of tainted windows

Tell them, tell them of Elijah
Tell them, tell them to ask their god for fire
For the sacrifice of their
Life for magazine furniture
You just can’t walk away from your self
And your shelves of coffee cups
He just can’t lie away from himself
And his sex-stained bed sheets
She just can’t burn away from herself
And the bruised scars on her arm
We just can’t die away from ourselves
And our fear whored Baal
Tell us, tell us of Elijah
And the tree of suicide
Tell us, tell us of Elijah
And the god sacrificing children
Tell us, tell us of Elijah
And the bi-polar Israel
Tell us, tell them of Elijah
And Jacob’s back alley mugging
Tell, her, tell me of Elijah
Of god wrestling us in the back alley

Grey

Today’s the day
What do you want to see?
Your white shoes
Turned to ash grey
Leaving footprints washed away

Today’s the day
What have you seen?
Your memories
Turned to ash grey
Leaving oblivion in place to stay

The chimney stacks smoking
With warmth inside
And hearts dying outside
With what they were hoping

The belly laughs deafening
With bloating inside
And hunger living outside
From children going into parent’s oblivion

Today’s the day
Where do you go from now?
With an empty soul
Turned to ash grey
With the your blanket frayed

And hearts gone innocent
And lord’s prayers fallen into scents
From gas leaking from soul’s forgotten rent
Making flames in an ugly light
Offering no comfort the fight
Of painless pain