Morning is war
We’re burning like matches
But who sets us on fire every time?
Our meat hurts as if someone is trying to eat our flesh
But what does the word “we” mean?
Seven marble
Seven marble suns have died in the last week
Seven tin gods have burst in the last week
Seven donkeys with gifts from the Magi have been torn apart in the last week
Seven sulfur streams have soared into the air in the last week
Seven days have passed in the last week
Seven people have disappeared in the last week
Seven babies were born in the last week
A state of emergency has been declared seven times in the last week
In the last week seven numbers have become uncountable
No one has been resurrected in the last week
Singles
The sandcastles of human rights are falling into my eyes
My cat buries his shit in the folds of my skin
Not a single spit of time can wash away the sand from a person
As luck would have it, there is not a single footprint of your foot on this sand
I teach water to build silence
I am learning from the sand to remain silent in agreement
Belly is home
We don’t fuck in basements:
We live in them
Thirst
salt smeared on lips
sugar dissolved in the veins
lips in an eternal search for sperm
in order to quench the thirst
for love
Facts and lives
mantrap in my left torn off leg
pretends I’m not there
The bird
The bird tries to break into the room without realizing that the window is transparent
In the end in despair the unfortunate creature disappears into the nightleaving feathers as a souvenir
A feather that comes off is no longer part of the bird
I burst into the night shooting at my cast iron temple
A ghostly bird breaks out of its body cage and runs into the garden through the glass
A dead body ceases to be part of the life that goes on around
Silence everywhere
Silence everywhere
The stone drinks the silence of the sand
Sand castles
The river plays with the sound of the tide
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