There in court
from the throne beady ones staring
Maiden blushes
The new fantasy
The flavor of the year
The unhad sex in the air
The unborn heir
Her cascading hair
There in court
Smirk in quiver
Heart in armor
sense of passion
The dance that makes the body sway
The movement shows seductive ways
The sense of urgency makes king brave
New mistress those bedsheets crave
Pale clerk
Pink pale skin
A mouth that wants to smile
A disability in the body
Some deficiency in the mind
But a will to joy nevertheless
Down the aisle to replace lost items
Heavy steps and a light aura
The other clerks move around
half embarassed in their normal skin
Yet this pale clerk moves through
For she belongs
Her condition hasn't limited her
The place is hers
ownership radiates
simply being who she is
Round the park he walks
Alone headphones in
Looking ahead not talk
Walking at a pace
Rigid stance he fosters
Fully introverted
Straight posture
Forward inspired
Graying toward mid fifty
Youth not forgotten yet
keeping brisk step
No opening for regrets
Cap and rucksack
Ready to go
A silent friend
Barely says hello
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
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
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
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
