turning somewhere in the sands of the desert
passionate intensity, its slow thighs
the falconer, rough beast, a stony sleep
the ceremony of innocence, then abruptly
the horsemen, the hieroglyphs laughing
brilliantly golden, searing
sullen sand, softening the shears
filling the cuts, drying the pools
burying the dead, calming the minds
sighing the eyes closed, dreaming the soft cold sleep

I watch people walk
like people will
mockingly alive, beautiful
like I will, from a window
or inside a car
sheltered from their volatile happiness

to be from space
is not so hard
and it makes the old
like new, like strange, like flavourful and savory
it makes for a juicy reality
to watch

I breathe smoke while I watch
like chimneys, cars and dragons
I watch the webby strings dilute
and like it, too
we all like that, white strings floating
we share this, the air
that keep us apart
happily fishbowled in

engendered equinox prohibits my lame advances
towards you, yes that's right, future air
i come to conquer, to see you and to make you know
i am good, you want me, here you can reside
you know you can, you know you will
we'll be like burning stupidity
over in a flash and gone like the jokes no one can remember

fake memories jump out to haunt me
i remember something other than whatever happened
the past is gone and so am i and so are you and the world
and the old air laughs somewhere in my veins
it knows, it laughs in my aging face, it has the date of my dying written down somewhere
somewhere in its notes, it hasn't forgotten, it never will,
it doesn't need to remember, remembrance is the cruel joke made at our expence
everything else doesn't need to remember, it knows the formula, it can calculate
whatever it needs to know anew

1. 10. 08

opiniated air toughens in time
walks over to your eyes, wants to make you cry
hit the ground and you hit
boring reality, dirty life
air can fly, but you can smile
opinions have no hands

life is a fiction
in my life reality never occured
there has never been anything real
no cause has had an effect
no action has given a reaction
no mountain has made a valley
reality never trespassed on my property
nothing has ever been made to happen
circus music is heard & dancing clowns can be seen in a cloud around my head when reality lurks around the corners of my eyes

still, fiction has a lot going for it
it makes princes, pegasus and free lunches your everyday fare
your hair never tangles in your bed
palms never sweat when you hold hands
everything awkward is funny (in a good way)

grim reality hunts my head
but it will not get it
i'll commit fictitious suicide
and the story never ends while you're reading it

hold your breath to keep from taking your last
'cause living really is dying

in anger over losing the first life
the first love that was made
it was decided to kill them all, kill us all
the only fair thing to do -

we, whispering, frightened creatures
cowering in our cosy rooms
keeping life from happening
'cause, well

in the world
where your transgressions are never forgiven
no, no no no
you breathe and you move
but you never can hold still
look them in the eye
the only virtue is dying