Friday 30 November 2012

Noah's 13th egg

saw
dust

                         my
                         borrowed
                         bones -

bricks

                        only in them

dust
saw

                        the last
                        sound
                        will roll

Thursday 29 November 2012

Noah's 12th egg

SAD
sad

                         swallowing
                         everything

clearly

                         sky tree nail deficit key

a
diphpherence

                        and
                        the hope chaff

Tuesday 27 November 2012

Noah's 11th egg

it's not
about

                         exactly what

deserving it

                        does lacewings

knees
just
itch

                        do?

Monday 26 November 2012

Noah's 10th egg (hatched a rose)

now:

                             a
                             yellow
                             rose

household

                             smack!

vampires

                             in the face of
                             November

Sunday 25 November 2012

Noah's 9th egg - leopard and fish and kaboom



12/21 2012*
kaboom

                                   my imaginary fish
                                              Fred

(or swoosh)

                                  says: How I miss

Tezcatlipoca**
changes
his spots

                                   the rain






*The end of the world acc. to misinterpretation of the Mayan calendar
'*Tezcatlipoca - Aztec leopard god of darkness

Saturday 24 November 2012

Noah's 8th egg - a soft tower

with a
borrowed

                           the laundry

tongue

                           piles up

I lick
a
win
dow

                          to a soft
                          tower

Friday 23 November 2012

Noah's seventh egg

it's not
the last train

                                 an x-ray pic
                                 of my neck

and yet

                                 the OM pendant

the landscape
is gone
 
                                doesn't have
                                     bones

Thursday 22 November 2012

Noah's sixth egg - and afterhought

yes,
we
remake

                               on Annapurna

the world
every day

                              Tibetan whalers
                              kick off their shoes

incl. bunions

                              after work



afterthought



luckily
creation

                                    would tv

is an
ongoing
process

                                    be boring


I can manage only
one world
a day


                                    if man was good?

Wednesday 21 November 2012

Noah's fifth egg

for
once
I wear
a shirt

                                             the astrologer says:

and wonder

                                             just this one planet
                                                         here
                                (she marks a house with a red cross)

if the sky
is some kind
of skin

                                             and you wouldn't need
                                                         to be born

Tuesday 20 November 2012

Noah's fourth egg

we'll
survive
the
darkness

                      don't shake

engulfed

                      the tree

in these
childrens
songs

                     it's
                     sleeping

Monday 19 November 2012

Noah's third egg


I have
a hat

                    a goodwilled
                    people

in winter

                    colours the pond
                                green

clouds
rest
on it

                   with old
                   bread

Sunday 18 November 2012

Noah's second egg

the
night
nurse

                   on a Sunday
                   like this

asks
about

                   god sure

whales
and
gold

                   is resting

Noah's first egg

the homeless person
has
left

                                      her
                                      edi
                                      tary

maybe
too many
cars

                                      how
                                         I
                                      stick

in hisher
bedroom?

                                     to
                                     the
                                     floor

Monday 5 November 2012

129th dreamy parallel

(I'd mention
the dwindling
light
again but…)

                                              Ich habe Genug?
                                                    (for bass voice)

in from the rain

                                              I could easily imagine

an
un
invited
fly
dies

                                               a bj in that car


Friday 2 November 2012

haibun - I want the guitar you'll smash anyway

Man, I hate seeing music videos where they trash good guitars. I mean, in stead of taking them into the ocean, throwing them out houses, smashing them with cars, saws and trains (or whatever) they could give them to me!!! I could easily use one or two of them. I'm a poor man and can't afford to buy a good axe. What does it add to your image to molest (yes, molest) perfectly good gear. Jimi did it live as Pete Townsend and other. It made sense artistically then when rock actually meant something. Now “rock” on tv is like a dress pretentious men and women take on. “Let's play rock-stars and smash up some good gear. Then we'll go to the gym with our economic advisers.” It's pathetic. I want one of those guitars!!! (with amps and pedals, of course).


gray in gray (and some green) the asphalt tells what is “down”

haibun

You probably know it: you see a stranger with a walk, a body language, a way of moving his body around that instantly echoes with you. You've known someone with exactly that gait. I had an encounter like that. I remembered an organist student called John whom I knew looslely some 30 years ago. Maybe "knew" is a misleading word. I knew pf him. He hung around - or sort of stalked - my the girlfriend's friend and he was always walking the streets of my city. Like I did then. I only talked to him a few times but he was the one that first mentioned the name Buxtehude to me and how Johann Sebastian Bach had walked a very long way to hear him play the organ. He was considered a master of that instrument. Still is. John was a short, weird and intelligent when it came to knowledge of strange things but deaf dumb and blind when it came to people. I guess we were some kind of objects like furniture - responding, but still furniture. - to him. But he could play with hands and feet at the same time. I hope he still can.


this November too
clouds from here
to the clouds



Thursday 1 November 2012

128th lonely name

November
begins

                                in an Arabian desert

with a sad
excuse

                                a boy's name wanders

for daylight

                                lonely