Tuesday, May 24, 2016

i have a dream
i am a folded newspaper

i wake up
i see i am a folded newspaper

thank god


i saw the moon high and three stars
so piercing and beautiful

i wanted to give my every hope and idea
and have them carry these

starting that solitary dusk with wind
and from then on forward

to a place where the ocean didn't matter
and neither did the mood

to a country up there where people
never miss one another


if i could stay in the logic of dreams
flying over a big bed like world
where the ground is soft and the colors splendid

no fall from grace there no twisted fate
only water that runs uphill and people who never die

visiting orchards always cool and sunny
blossoms spanish steps and ever clasped hands

the world ending there is no cause for alarm
because the next scene is forming and it knows
nothing old or news not heard of before

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

a face floats away
ladders of different colors appear

things so innocently dreamed
are later true as a cold hearth

senses do arithmetic
spoken nonsense takes up the shock

in the abyss i dreamed
not of revenge but of a green garden

where everyone past present and future
belonged and are welcome


Monday, May 16, 2016

i have a dream
i am a wooden toy

i wake up
i see i am a wooden toy

thank god


Q: Do you know anything at all?
A: It depends on what you think you think.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

i have a dream
i am a flying banana

i wake up and i find
i am a flying banana

thank god