Mundus senescit

Reading Issa in the lavatory

can't really agree about flea bites looking lovely

even on a beautiful girl

stress and bad diet

keep me turning pages

as wind howls outside

No world of dew this

but a muddy pool of rainwater

where we float

fallen leaves

bright in the murky light

20.09.2014

To Fingal O'Flahertie from Dublin

1

The problem with Dorian Gray, dear Oscar,

is that one simply doesn't care about him;

a beautiful butterfly turns into an ugly one

thanks to the soot of industrial revolution,

but so many beautiful butterflies remain pristine

that one turning ugly,

figuratively, literally, secretly and openly,

simply doesn't matter.

Let it be a moth that flies into a flame,

at least that will be remembered

still in the morning

as an anecdote to tell to others,

but butterflies - the meadows and fields

are full of them

and their hidden secrets.

2

Mirror to his society,

mirror to his class -

but there are so many others

that serve the same

in their non-fictional existence

from Edward the Bordello Prince of Wales

to the barefoot slum kids

coughing their sick lungs out

among the blackened tiles

of those working class wards

where the Dorians went

only to prey on the weak

and the young.

19.09.2014

non omnis moriar

forgot to take my medicine yesterday

after coming from the lab

so dizzy day today

headache making excursions in the frontal lobe

made a walk in the autumn

falling as thousand yellow leaves

thought about when i last ran

couldn't remember it

fresh air in the lungs

momentary relief

back here inside

among the dust of passing life

a cup of coffee

still sore about scotland

listening to haydn of all people

praise to maria theresa of austria

too polished

too calm

too much Vienna

too much time inside

in these rooms of memory

too few white tablets

too few

walks without destination

where you just lose everything

but the forward carrying motion

through space and time

in that moment

that motion is enough

to keep everything else away

a pocket universe

free of thought

bliss

19.09.2014

an autumn scene

the scattering wind calmed

the fallen leaves of birches

yellow and brown

wet and crumpled

on the ground

under the still green aspens

the oak that climbs

to the sky

more each year

19.09.2014

looking back

all our dreams and hopes

dust and ashes

dust and ashes

we lost

we lost it all

we lost you all

gave nothing

but failure

failure

how we betrayed you

how we betrayed ourselves

how we betrayed

our dreams and hopes

all of them

ashes and dust

19.09.2014

In auctumnus

Autumn forests

in the pale light

of the September Sun

the songs have ended

the nests are empty

now it's time for jackdaws

yellow leaves

falling

like the brief thoughts

the mind entertains

on these walks

outside the frame of thought

of warm, long days

and warm, white nights

of gone summer

the autumn has it's own

thoughts, these brief

sentences that slip away

like breeze lifting them

beyond the reach of thought

and to the damp muddy earth

now the winter is coming

the long dark days

of pure white and chill

with it's own heavy thoughts

that tie one to the frozen ground

under starless sky of clouds

so long until

in the earliest spring

the autumn returns

these empty roads

these empty forests

where the last year

this year

decomposes

to bring forth new life

18.09.2014

De bene esse

We have become

the light of a waning autumn evening,

tired, old

and caressing all we see

with fragile, tender hands.

17.09.2014

you are the blade

that pierced my life

cutting deep

cutting wounds

that can never close

wondrous wounds

ever-bleeding

whose raw edges

are pain of love

16.09.2014

Do not weep

for those who have gone

under the earth

for they sleep

in their mother's embrace

and with all

the generations of their forebears

all the burdens of life

are over for them

and we ourselves

shall soon be tucked

into the mother earth's

bosom

and this brief

moment of existence

shall separate us

from them

no more

15.09.2014

From the news

Don't speak about freedom

when you make threats

to deny it,

o leader of the "Free World",

when you say that sanctions

shall be the reward

of seeking liberty

for the Palestinians.

Thyself are not free

when in your mind

some do not deserve

what you claim

to be the greatest good.

15.09.2014

Of "cursed poets"

There are no "cursed poets"

anymore than there are

cursed carpenters, cursed cleaners,

nursed nurses, cursed plumbers

or cursed waiters.

There are just a lot of unhappy people,

some of who have written,

some of who write poetry.

11.09.2014

History

is where we all

make our

final home.

05.09.2014

I gave you a flower,

bright as your eyes,

clear as the azure summer sky.

You turned it down,

I could not know

that in your mind

a withered flower

stood in autumn winds

under a cloudy grey sky

and that no love of mine

could bring that flower

to blossom again.

01.09.2014