raindrops and a leafs

fall scatter in the wind

to the gravel the muddy pools

reflecting skeleton trees still green grass

of the yard under the clouds

covering the sky

the blue that edges into space

merging with the void

27.09.2015

autumn plays

the strings of grief

in the cavities

of my mind

27.09.2015

there is no "now"

no moment in which we exist

there is the past gone

the future yet to arrive

the future that

sublimates to past

endlessly

27.09.2015

we are the dead past

of an unborn future

rising from dust

27.09.2015

we are all

dead and forgotten

in the future

27.09.2015

Call Me Dave

The rich should be debated with a guillotine

- or, if you prefer the old English way,

hanging, drawning and quartering.

And then a boar can a decapitated swine fuck.

06.-24.09.2015

The Politicians

Minds of supposed human beings

grow the most fetid things Earth carries,

seeds of poison and suffering

growing, asphyxiating,

strangling all that is good,

all that should live

when these caricatures of human beings

should discarded in heaps lie,

but now on thrones of media

they keep on lying.

19.07.-19.09.2015

Gone

Half an hour of sunlight,

the evening's medicine

for this autumn day

now in utter dark dying.

Watching football,

reading awful poems by Samuel Beckett,

drinking coffee

and running to the lavatory

on orders of diarrhoea,

in this sea of ink

I sink.

19.09.2015

autumn

golden forest

shedding

summer

17.09.2015