Sonntag, 27. Januar 2013

Unbenannt1

Magnetschwebebahn, grau und ohne Würmer, göttliches Siegel diktiert die Molekülfreiheit, die Nichtzeit in gregorianischen Kalendern, halben Neujahrstagen;
Gaben ohne Wanderschaft, geholfen, nicht gestochen in der Seite wo die Adern sich verknoten;
Falkenschlag und Schwanenstein, kleine Krallen im Leder, geschlüpfter Aushilfssohn perfekt dressiert;
grün blau seelig braungrau schnell, die kleinen Feldwegschatten, hinab und renn, gestürzt, erbeten, Herrgott auf Himmelsturz stumme Anteilnahme am letzten Wettbewerb;
Das Ende ausgelassen, Schleier und nur die Fäden wissen wer findet, schlägt, wer flieht, nur Fäden kennen schwarze Nächte in ihrem hellsten Leuchten;
Alles hier, neben den Kissen ausgebreitet als Garant des Haushalts, morgen salutieren Waschmaschinen und Geisterlampen ohne Schuld zum Aufstehen;
Dem Aufstehen ohne Schuld, dass deine Schleifpapiere übers Holz trägt, bleibt nur, zur Frage, warst du im Fluge als er schlug, hast du's gesehen, haben die Wipfel durch die Sicht gespuckt;
War dein Bericht Varunas Stolz oder dein Teil vom Drang geleitet, Auge war Hand, nicht von dir bereitet, ich spekulier doch nur, verzeih, schlaf, ich glaube dir;
(weil glaube muss?)
Brood child, digit, digit, star sign bonds of planetary inter-beings, internship at coffeehouses, kiss the roses, the garden is now here all plastered round the tentative vessels, seven years to resolve pain, in a miniature tin foil sportscar;
Locating martyrs in dune sands on lego nights, weekend and you, figured so far, brace your teeth, just a little sting;
Gegen das Zeitmanagment, schwarzer Edding im Stundenplan, abends, punkt bis viertel, Nachhall flimmernd getragen blau quillt die Welt aus deinem Fenster in die Nachbahrswahrnehmung, isolieren mit weißem Schaum, Mundwinkel voll mit Materialwert;
Did you creep out like midnight round the chimneys, a drunk callcenter bitch, smashed-in chinese nails, blood all over the tanktop;
Here, residing in my Leipzig chambers, my stomach round my ears, Lichtung meiner Seiten, walls in heat, holy breadcrumbs in my hair, never forget how to eat or some other pamphlet wisdom;
Buddha declined, today tomorrow, Jesus building outposts somewhere deep lost within the spark close to the orb;
There's no hell above us and below me only me, a thousand times no hissing flame gate, no artificiality;
Help me, I'm a rough Chinchilla, climbing bare feets, where's Ma Coastguard and her flashlight, tiny yellow spots dim the stairs to a moist cave;
I'm dead serious with my hostage snakes, lined them up, waiting for their redemption axe, quite literal, mine is sharp and moody;
I go to church on Sundays, matches and beer hidden in my filthy cloaked disguise, bachelor of law enforcement in a town called Malibu;
Ich kann und werde meine Ahnen plagen, Ektoplasma rüttelt an den Gittern, hab mir die Lizenz aufgespart, die lieben Marken Tag für Tag;
Lloyd Weber, hidden in my nameshield, bring all copies to the fire, we need to burn those hearts of steel, can I rest my balls upon your shoulder, dear narrative structure, visit me at Valkyrs Drive, a sharp hot new penthouse all my damsels in distress, me chained to the internal walls of Nessies weary boxing gloves;
Beware, smiley pet shop, they've held grudges for so much more than just mere centuries, with their rhubarb hair, melting monocarbonites into thin air;
I can swing it, reach plateau with all my beastmen left, they hunt we speak vice versa, you know the deal, teeth clash on teeth and lutesongs, brief, in court with Abrakadabra, lemmings have no word for time;
Gib mir dein Pausengeld sonst sterben Dinosaurier, war dumm genug ans Sterben zu glauben und bins wohl immer noch, wieso sonst eine Terasse voll von Obelisken, gelegentlich, an Wochentagen, noch nicht einmal geplagt von Flut, befreit von Wollsocken, hinter der Querstraßenkommode versteckt, von Eiche zeugt des Engels Zorn, der morgens früh kein Bier mehr kriegt, sein Chorstimmchen für Snacks versetzt, gebissen mehr als eine Mücke, der Teich schmeckt heut nach Gotteskrieger, der grüne Panzer eil zurück, erzähle allen von dem Sprung, Diana, Wechselbalg, mach jung, die Laubsäge behalt ich mal, die richtigen Nachbarn zwing ich mir;
Three years earlier, scenery a motel driveway, dressed as sacred yellow pullet I bring the reign of Chicken Wings down into suburbia, no cuffs can keep me, my wrists inflamed by hideous doubt, speaking backwards, true believers, he does not come when he's aroused, a letter, sigil showing bombings, informed of inconvenience;
Those are my friends I brought them in because it rained with sheeps and dogs and Peter Griffin all gazing trough their hockey masks, feet shuffled, awkward, bededge sitting, we lack the necessary pose, the fiveeyed lotus with pleased feathers, will he bring back my gadgetbelt, all without the gravel hook the streets are dangerous again, not forced, can leave, oh cool, you got the new 'in touch'?;
Wow, you like those too? Yeah we can totally hang out once those filthy insects stop eating off your sneaky fuckface, meet me at the swings got a whole event park of brave misconceptors standing guard in the egypstolen sand, heads bowed to yet another Queen not by playcards, just sheer heritage, placing her knees in your wreck among the cliffs of El Dorado, milkcows cheering her appease;
Auf der Wahlscheibe klebt Toastbrot und statt dem Notruf ist immer nur ein Sänger an meinem Ohr, summt leise Lieder von Piraten, Gallenblasenstartenor, Paris und Rom verschicken Blumen, sein Briefkasten frisst Eheringe, er will Anstand an seiner Tor hinab ins Tal der selbstgebrauten Elixiere, Dünger der Dämonen schuf, gib mir das Wetter und ich zeig dir wie man fackelt, wie man zögern sportlich macht, mit einem Fuß auf der Startbahn der andere beim Nagelspaß, bei Feilen und bei schrillem Kichern, gibst du mir Recht, gewandert wie wir sind, fast sind die Berge und die einsilbigen Hänge vom Nebel mitweggezogen, ein kleiner Drink, zurück zur Arbeit, ich pisse nur wenn jemand fragt, so eng sehen wir sowas also, die Weihe kommt mit Regelwerk und Aufnäher im Wespenstyle;

Sonntag, 6. Januar 2013

scribble #17

Hey can I smile! Do you like that?
I have anorexic health care nursing my imaginary cold
I've got the bells of a whorehouse, they sing the morning prayer
have you let the kids out at the slide, all alone in düster Wiener Wald
I've got amnesia sucking my sweet breastmilk
Oh, if you'd seen how I saw the cities rise as the flower of a golden, wait the inches grow, rotten, oh golden, oh rotten bearer of light, despite all constant nocturnal electric swamp guides

debrief of a letter

Can I bake tiny pastry
Put it round your St. Maria bed?
Can I roll grey elephants
To your unmade living room?
Can I raise my hand
In your frentic class?
Can I lay out monsters
In your glasspaper world?
One unlike the other
fixed, yet broken
says you
and the elected oracle
when it rolls, with wood
and catgrin sail
noone asks to be on board
and if my bloodletters
reaching home with a withered pidgeon
fail to fit the messhall promise
am I with right?
am I in timely fashion?
Speak, or you'll have heard this one before

Chirp

There's no single moment
No circular or stringent time
surrender it
hand it in over there to the badger gang They deal with those problems, learned to think in those terms, when asked to hand back the treasures, goldcoins, neurocortex, reply by the sole commitment “Nah” and over, rip the white arms off the wall, that's how guide books smileys in yellow
we eat, every tuesday, at a dark, hinted hall, plates filled richly by all sweets, all labour grilled cheese
sirens and the window, yet love, yet tragic, yesyes, fries all around my wall, making my tiny potato universe, willbury, or what's his name?
Focus is hard, all eyes settled on, the white FUCK windows and their perfect poison, their conneticut attitude, calv hooves, whiny sunday old day sky green garden mean warden all those parties silent revenue
gross magic perfomed live in a hangar I can feel it feel the guests somewhere in this town
hey, aren't you off the streets? Once and for all, oh, how conspiring, can you break it to my parents, they got all the papers for such a case
My music stops the moment it gets to loud, becomes a mad dogs barking eating me my guilt yeah though skaterboy and his tattoed toughtarms, I got a pair of coffeetablets in my secret stash barbie doll and when times are bad all the tiny complex molecules will wander down to Gehenna and do the job, strong as the lion king when I look into glasswalls I need around me all the time
enough being foreign, out, nonimaginable eternal break, oha, badam and Decartes looks up from the grave, still capable of monitoring thought. I could turn the lights off, yes, now narrative, introspect we did it in school, how it differs and aligns, how it conquers, undermines and not once on why it's holy, yeah, not once, no graves, no clarity yet not once even a general idea on why every monday those broken empty limbed pantygum wide eyes make their way into our privateopen life, your, my, perception, end again, your, my, perception, can you hear the music? Not because it connects in wobbling Spring upper side of the box colours all because it settles calls the voices calms the voices is the voice in a way only the death of several thousand times Ikarus ever explains with satisfaction,
helpsignals on the road, because these damn rabbits still challenge all my cars, wanna see them? My bed's in the garage, hall larger than all your basement parties, doing it again, perception does it get boring?
Well all the cars and no sex and no holy penis in delight and halo no vaginal lips trembling with the truth behind all importance, I'm killing the flies give the world a proper new meaning, slogan on a redbricked whirl that my legs aren't upright enough for, was too long, all the line
me and my language and how we discuss, when looking in the octopus of movement, slowly and why can't your music not feel how it's supossed to all the cheap german coined pinned filled church a bit and how nice he ate his breakfast, and how nice they open Cookies with a housey feeling with a couchread world bring in the nightshift, FUCK, because it's there in the drone ones, in the static needed to put down, around the legacy few rooms important all four walls field like the little red riding hoodlayer nursing trough a first “no help”, immobile and undecided aware, people differ, 4 weeks, the first molotov crusade way down the fueling ropes
Hope you had a nice holiday in the estate
Hope you had no big bears in your breakfast
all the hair upsets the stomach, all mine, all annoying and icebitemarks, raiding forest ground down to Health
Helen round a table with her petpsychos, next scene, forward quick to bed, Helen and the roaring 60's and the eternal, no no, no more eternal
Morning rain with voodoo wisdom, waking up, unseen eyes reaching to the ceiling underneath the actual sky, skulls and spells, black clothes not required.
The new magician in order to be magic, no more fancy suit, no more stars around the bluecottonhipline and the wellconserved breast hair, brown towers, cloaked virgins wind as an archangels metaphorical breath, he'd never do that with them layers on the systems.
Backlights in the carfloor, secondary groundbreaking pioneer toasts down to the cantine, white hair mats loving the potatoes into the boiling fat.

At the polefeet

Sky open
pink/blue beaten layers
open bloated womb
for all of worthwhile creation
to ponder on
leaves like christian angels
washup flame priests
scraps of paper
attached to beardhands
Machiavellian pin-up girls
ambush the nightclubs
ring out every boxer
to the skyarch loinclosure
sneery gibberish busdrivers
bending you good, darlin'
break your chains
all the golden rings
up to unity
ambiguous chilled homeless
acid voices,
canonical limb growth
lying on a clinic pavement
leprosic outhouse cops
tickets nailed to griffon hooves
collateral screwdrivers
afterworkhours
badge pinned into a lethal ovary
gencoded ghost waiters
hipboard skull tablets
late night brown blood
deer frenzy
marmalade fever

Thumbboy looks up
from his portraits
Entschuldigen sie bitte
Ich spreche kein Deutsch
Genau, ohne Wasser
bitte
Entschuldigen sie
ich spreche kein Deutsch
saw billions, ones and zeroes
got scared by all
muckwater ballet feet
bring up
the nose to wavecrowns
educate those Schmalspurcarts
with your painhandbag
with your 30 meter
rosewood saintruler
with all the peekypooky
civil murmur
with nurture and a rubics cube
blessed weasels
torching all houses
not gone to hiding
a bleeding raccoon
guitarsingers on a fieldtrip
all their neat crocodilebagpacks
leaning in on crocodilecheekbones


“Hey Teddyboy”
three greasy chewing gums
old knot wisdom
seeing seeing
yet still speaking
charisma, cocaine
all up in
the numbercentral
in the pre-record
lockerroom
Hiking boots
for skinny mountains
Binoculars
to watch the groom
as he leads,
all space and gentle
young blindfolded clocks
to a lovely little cottage
hiking boots not included
the happy exrouge couple
arranged marriage
as in the old days
And the three
shiver in turkey
every so often snap
Thousand cowsize spiders
falling from their
binding hair


Boiling catalyst pot
white mile ebony thorn
unmasking, no theatrical value
spoken redfur bolt
sixwinged morning
paper devastated in denial
useless crystalface whore
red worms twisting in denial
dry for postcard weeks
moleskin walls crumble
drip by drip away
all his chubby limbs
now without the fancy
usually just a T-Shirt
all her ticking arms
chopping off the own small slices
filled unmeasured golden
be it True
and True the cause