.

the ad says:
foot care - 55 euros
who the hell pays that kind of money
for someone caressing their feet
or whatever they intend to do

busloads of young army soldiers
returning for weekend vacation
some one of them already has
a girl in his arm

i'm glimpsing the ground
for empty beer cans
one gets 15 cents a piece
if one returns them to the shop
(this is how i save the world)

i can't handle finances
but i sure can handle poverty
relatively well
by turning it into poetry

one day i'll dream of money

.

there is an all-pervasive loneliness

like an invisible thread

running through everything

a haunting tune
amidst all the people

amidst all the empty silence

you know it

you know it in your heart

you know it in your gut

never to abandon

but to subside

for a moment's distraction

the duck knows it

so does the squirrel

and the lost souls smiling

at the terraces of summer

all-pervasive loneliness

not so bad

at times a little sad

but not so bad

not at all

.

'a human  being
consists of soft fuzzy stuff'
first aid instructor told me that
after that i haven't found
a better definition
for a human being

when my guts started
to push out of my groin
i thought:
'this is new'

years of contemplation
on old age, disease and death
and i'm devastated

'let's cut it open,
push the stuff back in
and stitch it back together'
they say it somehow so merrily

and i started to think
about the surgeons
what kind of people
cut other people?
i wouldn't want
to know him/her/xyz personally
that could be distracting

may the needles
puncture the spines
accurately
and may the surgeons
whistle a tune
while orchestrating
the symphonies of blade

.

all this talk
all this striving
to 'be one's self'

like it was merchandise
or a trick to be taught
on a week-end workshop
like there was a choice
to be, or not to be

all the self-help classes,
meditation groups,
healing groups

maybe she kept going
through all that trouble
because after all
she was a bit
arrogant bastard
with a too grandiose image
of her-
self

maybe that's the central reason
spawning entire industries
of mental couching
and psychiatric fast-food

it takes one to know one
you wouldn't believe
the measures i've gone
to save my prescious soul

no
sane
person
would do that

period.

so quoting jack:
let's just live, travel,
adventure, bless
and don't be sorry

.

somebody broke rome

i don't think it was his intention

it took a while to build, so they say
but man, you should have seen it go

pulverized,
with one great crash
like that plane
that flew on pentagon
woosh - gone
that's some high-tech warfare

but by accident...

sometimes these things do happen
it tells a lot about people
how do they take it
their investment

not your lucky day, boy

but see that?
that's a silver lining

somebody broke rome...

not me

.

good morning
nothing's yet happened
a decade old matcha
seems to still work
no heartrace, just
a bit of clarity
the sun is shining
but the chills...
you know the chills
i'm fortifying
they're approaching
i've had many embraces
of warmth, fading now
it's my poverty
that will save me
'cause blessed
are the poor
in spirit
isn't that
what they wrote?