In my dreams
In my dreams my family dies
In my dreams the people cry.
In my dreams there is the knowledge
In a dream there is the answer
But there is still nothing
When I awake.
P + L + S
Catch drums and the fire
Spots the dog
Follow the picky meter
Of the time of the year –
Of the cold.
Chasing behind the beath
Tired
Two towers and the smell
Of flesh forgets about
the poor
sur hashing with their
hopes
morning follows and the
helpless answer of your
friends is a clough
towards the ceiling.
Tons of dust changed
The world –
Your life rinse through
Your fingers.
Hence he never finds the stone
Which glimpse
Ditch – bitch – scratch – match
Hole – mole – grawl – small – hall
Snop – mop – crop – slop – hop
Murmer –
Shutter –
Crowd –
— subway in the morning
There is a blank in
My mind like a cut
In a lense. –
There are two
Centers
Facing each other. –
There is a restless
Energy
Exploding to all sides. –
Since then
The Seagull
The seagull starts to cry
Wacking through his friends
The inner center of his father
Take center of his father
Takes the leg.
And puts it aside.
Crying in front of his mirror
The life is never as it was
Before.
The hospital watches every
Push of your lungs.
Centralizing your threat to-
Wards the twins
Makes the month
Coming back –
Dedicated help
morning follows and the
helpless answer of your
friends is a clough
towards the ceiling.
Tons of dust changed
The world –
Your life rinse through
Your fingers.
Hence he never finds the stone
Which glimpse
Timidating
For me the big wing of the
Broken window is locked.
The wheelchair drecked into
A hole.
Lonely it whipes the rubber
Towards the air
Not a snatch farewells the
Iron.
Glim, glam – glow
Hinders the self to drink
The water of the towers.
Never alone – twins.
Helltrain carries the old dead
Man with the bike towards
The UN
Sandtonners block the road
Of freedom and make the
War come to NYC in the
Dust of vipers.
Dream pathos crosses the
Entrance and a
Helena appears with no
Glamour
And signs about the death
And the birth
I hear the ships blow
Their hornes.
The tragedy
Handcuff – sword fish – minimum
Weight – solarisation – creek –
Low buster – yet lake –
Render – crash mute –
Junk – yet – center piece – slip
Board – crash hunt – sirene fish
– handi capt – oyster slap – black
board – tate sequence – serenedy
sick – wishful garbagge – slabbery
high – grin murder – helmet war
– pissed appointment – shrink corset –
black freezer – melting cigar –
hushheart – health attack – slipboard
hickory – mansfiled gasp – spy spot –
sugar relief – random manner –
highchecking death : solid terror
of phantasy
enhanced
sickened treating sugar light
harming blood spreads
smash creak hinder all
capital development.
Stop crying till the bird is gone.
Seldom appears another one –
Here appear four of loitering
History
Crash zone World Trade !
Pantagonian Pittburg war?
Slander the hole brick game.
Washed lifes clip together
Catering the news curious
Voices.
Hunting report: number not
Known
Jet – yet – decease.
Selten entstolpern sich die
Gedanken entlang der Demar-
Kationslinie.
Schräg zerklüftete Pfeiler
Baltendermähen einen Lastwagen
Halten einen Giganten
Durchhäufig innen und außen
Erschreckt
Erspalten den toten Hund auf dem
RĂĽcksitz des Autos
Schrergewiebeltes Monster
Alptrepteren Unterlegen das Auge
Schrägentzahnte Sonderkommandos
Tragen Schlächterzeugnisse
Zum HĂĽgel.
Haste ´ne Maak?
Blutvergräzte Helfersnot
Schneutzende Händefracht
Lindensagende Unterwelt
NEIN!
Twins
Hastverzogene Seelenstände
Erschlechten die Barrieren
Halternde Demarkationszone
Riecht das Aas
Brennende Augen versalzen die
Kälte des Morgenlichts.
Klaffende Lichtschranken
Ereilen die Schatten des Nichts.
Schwarzerne Sockel neigen
Die Kräne zur Erde.
Sprechende Sanduhren verticken
Ihr Lot im Wind.