What Jenny is

 You puncture the night
You grate whimsy
Explore every possible pun
Every well pointed quip

Yet shed the glow of goodness
Inside the night you punctured
Inside the lost person you hungered
Yes you shone

An ignis fatuus that enlightens what is dim in me
You come quiet as a phantom
Awkward as a maimed zebra to wreck my illusions
For that I am grateful as you gallop on my skull

black and white, black and white etc etc

Your sensitivity is supernatural, gorgeous
and captures me offguard
instills a sense of danger
Of total exposure

Of every hidden and forbidden texture
That makes interaction with this fumble of a world
In a way I am clean by your doing
In a way I am clear in my sight

Yet in a way I am a fool by your fire
One you enjoy as eternal kindling

Of metaphors and spirit animals

 Strange metaphors come forward and morph into who I am
The blocks piled upward
Toward the sense of who I am
What may I become next in your imagination

Am I your muse or you perhaps mine
Who inspired who
Did my spirit animal survive the last ice age
And since hence come out to play

With an appetite for the millenia unfed
Empty underwater lodges the old world dead
The lake surface flat like a joke, a lie nay a deception
So that the desperate would swim

And their bottom halves be dragged under
into the deepest lair
To the core collapse of all ideas
where there they like my thoughts will be digested

Affront the moon

 Something stirs within the moon
A spirit of a dragon
Serpentine and growing
Lifting me from slumber
pushing me into the world
To seek what I must conquer

Something breaks through
It is neither humble nor mild
And it is hungry it needs to feed on the earth
It is so restless and golden
It is so hot
without it's membrane
All will burn

It sends me onward with sight and strength
Passion for the land
Fire in my heart
obsessed with the heat
That is of me
But not of me
Something lives inside
Something rages

I observe the city
I worship the mountains
The forests
The God within
The external God
The heat and the euphoria
The clarity and confusion
The everything 
The total total nothing

I open my hands
and give thanks

Peter knew it all

 In Ludwigsfeld Came MiliPeter
Ohst Milibauer obst und gemüse
And who the hell am I to interfere
Through the rows and crops

Under ten meters of topsoil
The hexe's bones lies
Peter knew everything
The sun shone on his bald head

Flattering blades of sarcasm
When I look into you
With the emptiness I bring
From the edge of the world

You guess what I am doing here
A misguided direction to nostalgia
A will to shock oneself of the past
A misunderstanding of existance

The distillation of high proof apathy
I make clay figures of your nihilism Peter
One eyed clay figures
That turn hard inside the oven

Then I dance like a crow
On the freshly harvested crop
Above the witch's bones
Knowing fog's damp and manure stench

Peter as you know everything
Tell me of the ghosts swarming in the cornfields
The sprigs can hear their discontent
Peter Milibauer judge me spiritually naive

I come crawling and scrambling by dawn
You have your doctrine
Your sense of justice
I unfold a different reality

You look down at the page
Consumed with your resistance
You are kidnapped by absurdity
Your sarcasm falls on deaf ears

The corn is mute and dumb
Only the witch's bones stir
The one your descendents burned
Roads were straighted so you could give your speech

Your perception of a universe that doesn't bow to your ideals
A reality that taunts your certainty
As youth claim the world is unfair
As you Peter puritanical claim to know the world

The way things should be according to your personal doctrine
Your love of deep formality clashing with pollen
discomfort in the inevitable contamination
Reinheit und gesundheit

Gott hat dich geliebt

Unter dem Baum
zählst du deine Probleme
jedes einzeln nacheinander
suchst nach Lösungen

Aber da ist nichts
nur Verwirrung
das Leben ist kein Fluss
auch kein Berg

Es ist alles mein Schöne
der Frieden und der Krieg
tiefes Leiden mein Schatz
seelischer Schmerz meine Hübsche

Bist du blind weil Gott dich liebt
aber du siehst es nicht
und alles ist zerbrochen und vorbei
doch ich stehe dir bei

Mit seiner Kraft
lass uns tiefer gehen
Verwirrung und Leidenschaft
lass uns alles verlieren

The soul wrapped in beauty

 Wrapped inside that package you wear
I wonder if you truly are as beautiful on the inside
As you appear to be on the outside
Or is it just fancy gift paper?

Will we not find anything inside
Fingers unpeel you to get a feeling
Yet you won't open
In the shade under the tree you sweat

I come with cool water
Attempt to convince you the world is not as bad as you think
But words don't come 
can I convert silence into meaning?

Absence into presence
To see what's inside of you
Is it something sparking?
Something to accompany me

Or just some elaborate game?
for broken hearts and rainy days
Partially opened, my eyes have dipped inside
T'was not something I recognized

Just a deeper mystery
I want to feel with entire being
With my heart and every thought
With the electricity of birth

With the raging static of death
I want in, I know this mine may be viable
May have what I have for a lifetime sought
I therefore unwrap your rock

Protected from the southerly

 Protected from the southerly wind

The palm tries to survive

The worst of frosts will pass

It will stay straight and spread

The wellington train will pass it

Looking into the back garden where it grows

It's deal of fame unknown

It's audience almost always the same

But number of observers always different

It shouldn't be growing there a boy said to his mother

Trees like that only grow in the tropics

His mother looked out at the trunk and fronds

Maybe it will die this winter she thought to herself

Years later when the woman had retired

her son gone to Australia

she still saw it there in that back yard, protected from the southerly