reproach 01

keep being totally different!
incapable of laughing at yourself
aborting with each whine the happy science
of knowing you are sunk
in utter nonsense

reproach 05

would you believe
you ended things
three months ago
by phone
as i got
off work
in the dead of winter
just before it rained
and i haven't cried
not even
once

reproach 13

how many years until the sun shuts off
the last black hole
explodes
after eons
of dancing alone
then time
will make no sense
imagine
the nothingness
the absolute absence
of happenings
forever
no more the heat of the last
tiny
star

radical

radically
prepared
to go out walking with the kids
one sunday

to dance

to dance a little
little by little
in place
immobile
alone
with my head tilted
above the earth
and with the earth
in great style
to dance like that but with you
you alone and i alone
minisculely in a white
square
that should be
the face of the warmest
night
on earth/
up
and it goes on
upward

black fish

a body sinks
in a
still
green-watered river

is there bitterness still
in its expression
in its moldy organs

do poems come to
its stiff fingers

does its hair
continue growing
that nest of ideas

termites in its fat
in its abdomen and breasts

turquoise blue
in its mouth blooming with calm

it will know how to fake it on the way back
to the house
when they ask
where it's been
if it still has
little
black fish in its blood

insect

if i take in your smell
and i like everything
except that
and it seems un-
familiar and bitter
or sour...
if you want to hold my
hand
and at that exact
moment i'm thinking
of death...
if i see you cry
if you tell me again
the tragic little stories
that give you dark circles
i ask myself
and i ask you
what tree
root
or insect
will i be this time