When you see a wall

August 22, 2014 - 2 Responses


Bell, anyone?

August 17, 2014 - 2 Responses


August 15, 2014 - 2 Responses

You kept your eyes opened
when you kissed me
and I feel obliged to give you credit
You locals are good at skewering hearts
without involving deities
I didn’t even need that book
you’d recommended
to grasp the most obvious interpretation
Mustn’t forget your name
Mustn’t ignore the threat
Call me paranoid
but some of them might still be watching
You say I kept my eyes shut
when you kissed me
to think of another
Somewhat true

Another one to kiss you better

Sweet rush

August 1, 2014 - 2 Responses

sweet rush

Why don’t we hit the town?

July 29, 2014 - Leave a Response

five, six, seven, eight

Tell me, what’s keeping you awake
and I mean names
Heads up in five

The plane won’t take off
too many strings attached
hence – crash landing in Polynesia
and a pot-fuelled human caterpillar

The sky’s grey and clouds nest themselves
on my eyelids

Don’t provoke that black Volkswagen, mom
it’s cramped with bald heads
and wooden arguments

St. Luke’s undressed now

Blanks and letters I forgot to organise
for the Bible says: he who fails to submit
shall bring doomsday on his kind

I’ve put on weight again
There’s something in the air
How about I stop breathing?

Zero hour. One more look
at the city at night
never safe

I stopped punching my thigh
Blood circulation restored
Brain damage unknown
Sure, I’ll have another day, then


What would you say?

July 23, 2014 - 2 Responses

There’s no open bar tonight
for my tears won’t stand trespassing
There will be no contact deeper
than a casual handshake with a
pure wailing talent
whose thoughts are about to
drill a hole in lighter’s pocket
at exactly two PM

And thoughts of final reunion
shall leave with the last
drop of whisky
undergoing long live maintenance
– The process helping me get closer to you

so root me back, Grace



Lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in

July 11, 2014 - 2 Responses

My lady
And here’s my soul with silver trimming
and a barrel of red wine
to celebrate those who value
knees over hearts
For I cannot think of
any other view to please
your famished iron eyes
while mine – under siege of sand
hope the dead will cry with me
A hangman, you see
seeks no god there
but freedom to look inside himself


June 26, 2014 - One Response

I like to believe
this looking glass has been
hand-made in Venice
Precisely 15.5 inches
and framed with adhesive material
in case of unintentional attempt
to drown

Yesterday I saw that look
you gave me
I might as well be
get-one-free shrimp
twisting your stomach

Flat and fading
Talent is sugar free
putting one’s kidneys
to sleep

And I’m not asking you to tell me something
I don’t know
since it’s
what I know
that’s causing the whole mess

Ash-ash! walk

June 7, 2014 - 3 Responses

If you seek answers
get ready to get dirty
and burn a fingertip or two
while lighting a candle in memory
of the superior

Tombstones are worthless
as gods have always been dying unnoticed
Cause of death: human parasite
and dementia
So why condemn me
or petrol bottles?

Azazel has fled, yet left
a candy bar under your pillow
I know all about forgiveness
the message is
I won’t let you starve on my watch
Not that you don’t deserve it

There’s little time to use these bones
before masculine hormones take over

Check out before noon

June 3, 2014 - 5 Responses

He said
Love yourself
the best you can


I’ve got a pair of tired sneakers
and a world full of champions

Hubble, my godfather
took care of my magnifying eyes
And now there’s no plan
but to survive and no sound
but the eerie silence
rattling inside sleepwalker’s head

I used to feel sorry for myself
until I realised
no books are to be kept
for it can’t be my life
if I’m not in control


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