ATTENTION

Attention!

Dense tension!

Mutilation!

The moon plunges into

Self-annihilation!

The eclipse is clipped to our jackets' lapels
The shadow gradually fills our eyes

It's our affection!

It's addiction!

Rabbits and rabies are affected
By the moon's affliction

Then everything is soaked in the white, milky soup of
heaven

Some of us get drunk

CASCADES

i'm dying
intact
with my eyes wide open

cascades of death
disappear into
the abyss of promise

from the dam
of the damned
to the clutter
of disoriented stars
who have forgotten
the secret of their shining

ANOTHER NIGHT

Another night of being drunk
And hopeless
And confused
And dismissive
All the "dis" and "mis" and "less" and other
Appendixes or suffixes
(Who knows what, I was drunk)
Were walking in my underwear
She asked
If I find that unfortunate
I DON'T! I'm not! I won't!
I don't want to entertain the thought
I don't even know why
Why?
May be that maybe
She is a spy?
Hmmm...
Die! Bitch! Die!

TWO SUNS

My eyes are like brothers to me
My eyes are two nuts - hard, immovable, encased

I rip them out of their sockets

"We want to protect you! We want you to see!" they
scream
I crash them against a rock

Two suns pour out of the shells
Two suns are wobbling on the ground
The third is up in the sky

I dip them into my blood and eat
It is the feast of the blind man

MY SOUL IS COCA-COLA

my soul is coca - cola
or dr. pepper
my soul is spearmint gum
my soul is peppermint gum
or you

i chew peppermint gum
i chew spearmint gum
i chew my tongue
i chew
i chew

my soul is coca - cola
or dr. pepper
my soul is coca-cola

my soul is spearmint gum
my soul is peppermint gum
or you

with every turn i take
i clatter rattle
icecubes
in my veins

my soul is coca - cola
or dr. pepper
my soul is spearmint gum
my soul is peppermint gum
or you

or that dead cat
squashed by the sidewalk
i passed it by yesterday
under the dawn of the grand meltdown

my soul is coca - cola
or dr. pepper
my soul is spearmint gum
my soul is peppermint gum
or you

or that dead cat

RED

they call my friend a redneck
though his neck is not red
no red skin on him at all
he's white as snow
and likes caucasian chicks
and hiking plus biking
and other good things
and...
yes, but most of all
RED

he adores the color red
he shouts aloud -
red, red, red!
he's obsessed with the dead -
dead, dead, dead!
red, dead, dead, red
the reds are dead
the bed is red
the lead is heavier than red
redder than a cock's comb
redder then...
watch out! you're turning red!
oh, he goes on like this forever
nobody likes him much
he talks too much red -
some say
he's just a crazed redneck -
others dare to state
he's just a commie
he's just a fucking commie! -
illumination comes from the FBI
they rounded him up
in his red house
they said - come out, come out! you, red bastard!
in answer he pulled out a red gun
and said - red! yes! red!
drop dead!

OH, GOD

oh, god
says the lover
after coming all over her beloved

oh, god
says the lottery winner
brooding over revenge

oh, god says the housewife
as her car crashes
into SEARS' brick wall

oh, god
says the serial killer discovering
that he has lost
his victim's arm

TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY SHOUTS
of oh, god
as a full passenger plane
goes down

oh, god
this is for you to finish!

oh, god

OH, GOOD
SAYS GOD

LOSER

my mind is loose
see, you have won
i'm sitting crushed
diffused
but not illusioned
longing to lose
again
as your loser

EXEXS

i got a letter
polite
about the money

what is this
sucking and fucking
going on
between people
and banks?

is that an equal relationship
or am i being used?

who made the dinner last time
and who washed the dishes?

and while we argue
and while we think

people like you
write out death penalties
because they've been paid
because they hope

the oyster-monster behind
this script
loves them

it will fuck them
i tell you

if you don't believe me
look at my head
in that bucket
with the sawdust

that's the nature
of the oyster-monster
and me

ELECTRONIC DOVEELECTRONIC DOVE

wireless love
within reach of a few buttons

plugs pulled out of freedom
life in the connected havoc

electronic doves ascend
the messengers of infomercials

freezing cold
somewhere in the mid-west

somewhere where it's warm
crickets buzz their legs

bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

another plane is going down
no survivors

I’M LEAVING

i'm leaving screaming bleeding
the gate the house
me we pee glee
vegetables & co and also
the train the steak the escape
ride
pride
pollution penis prostrate pristine
everything that starts with "P"
others too
authors too
nuns and buns
mean and keen
two three four hundred billion
numbers durable about for sure
cure pure lure
what else also
last past future perfect
everything starts ends hangs around
why? who? what? how?
i could go on with that
howling too but because of it
hiss is off
be by bye
i'm leaving

ON 8TH STREET

it is morning
sunny

far above
a recollection of last night's party
is still hanging on

the moon is about to faint
and so is she

her stomach trembles
like the skin of a drum
the ocean foams
out of her mouth

the obstinate biting
of two worlds

she lies on the ground
groaning out god's words

a crowd of passers-by gathers around
they join in the song -

" we should call an ambulance"
" we should call an ambulance"

FART

to my beloved

lessen now!
you can fart
the shit is leaving you
for good
even if you still play dog
i've shot the dart
it's tiny
in your heart

the spray of your canned love
drizzles out naked words
of you and my nakedness
you're marked
we're all marked
where are the markings?

FEAR

is so dear
to me
(do me! do me!)
like a bag of good potato chips
trill! trill! trill!
i sing
i'm funny
trying to cheer up fear
it's such a creative relationship
(chip by chip)
i'm steady
fear is never the same
fear likes me
fear eats me like a bag of good potato chips
chirp! chirp! chirp!
i sing
we're good buddies

FEW, RED
if you have good ears

i wiggle a glass in my hand

a few red drops of wine
reflect the end of the light's meal

close by a ship moans to a plane

one is entering the bottle's neck
another is slicing the sky's pie

i look for the eater

in a small, lit window
a fan relentlessly beheads the air

below am i
i think

listen!
i can hear it

somewhere within
cloaked in softness
grinds the glutton's mouth

everything unsaid is being chewed
to the very beginning

FORWARD
locomotive

forward!

i like to push
like a locomotive
inch by inch
forward

i am a locomotive
i leave a thick smoke behind

forward!

suddenly there is a jolt
from behind
forward!
somebody's penis is in my ass

forward!

come on!
i'll help you!
i'll push you!
come on!
i'm your friend!

forward!

accommodate yourself once
you'll see how hard it is

forward!

i am a locomotive
i leave a thick smoke behind

forward!

one day
there will be no rapists
in this world

i hope

forward!

i am a locomotive
i leave a thick smoke behind

FOUNTAIN

child of love

i was sowed
into darkness

the wet mud like
an armor protects me
from mortality
it makes me look good too

every second
emptiness pulls out
the last breath from me
only to give it back
to me again

we are kids on a swing
exercising surprise

with a roar
of feared belief
the fountain spurts
out of my mouth

it is growth and decay
suppressed time
in its absolute virility
a frothy vector
shooting out
immortality
on the stage of
mind's painted scenery

GEOMETRY

first you study
the distant stars
at night

the points of the stars
make you fall
in love with geometry

the first release of pain
finds you staring at the flower
inhaling the immense distance

the first moment of
accepting rejection
is the daybreak of love

GEORGE

st.george as advertised on tv

eureka!
the gregarious st. george
is gloriously stabbing
a gorgeous babe
on a beach
sucking a martini

she rubs her cunt
he knows
she's a chimera
he can tell
by her toes

he's french

GLASS

in the beginning...

there is a glass

then there is an ocean of them
they are placed throughout my head

some primal brute
swims in this ocean

the breaking sound of the first one
makes me almost insane

then i endure
till i hear the music
of splashing waves

HAIR

hairy case

on your head
are hairs

thousands of them
they eat the air
you see

each hair
is a jam-packed recall
of calamity and triumph

between them
is only
a hair's breadth

or

the hair of the dog
that bit you

i'm through

HANGMAN

we are

all hanging on
like a hangman

pulled down
tight and straight
by the weight of our dreams
and crippled offspring

we even marvel about it
it's not us, you see

it's that box, you know
that elevator which is going down
way too fast
we're just in it

the weaker ones
puke on the rest
they couldn't hold it in
you see

but it doesn't really matter
nobody seems to notice
anyway

HORIZON

after we're born
we change a lot

some of us
turn into either
submarines or
airplanes
or something rather indistinguishable
in accordance with the technological
dreams
we dream

we replay the state - according to cords
we happen to know
how to play

then we record
for the record

most of us just munch
on the crust of trust

a few aim
to be
a horizon line
drawn
in the sunrise
or sunset

it doesn't matter which
as long as the moment is expectant

they need to be deliverd
on time
like pizza

LOVE

these strange songs

of love we make
out of our longing

all that is spoken
all that is repeated
all that is unpronounced

is chained around my ankles
i try to jigger
i try to linger

my clanking steps
make the cats in the garden
squeal in beastly voices
and the moths burn
against the kitchen lamp

i know they're just love songs
sung by them
by us

songs of pain
and rage

we all
try to sound
human like

DEAR, to whom it may concern

it was
about time
the light was constipated
shit! shit! shit!
how unlit it is!
sincerity is sun's nullity
sincerely, marshmallow, qop

THE OTHER CHEEK

we want to lose ourselves
in the others

not for, not for

close by must be the war
close by the mother is hiding

the neighbor we love too
is across the fence

a fancy fence with genitals

how does one become a neighbor
to one's love?

MOZUS

my moses

it got close to christmas
i got a phone call
late at night

my woman picked it up
it was a friend of mine

i attract a certain breed
who think that they are
one of those... you know
mohammed
jesus christ
no - moses
in this case
i think

i waved my hands
"no! no! no!"
"i'm not home!"

she inquired - is anything wrong?
everything! - he answered

i got to know about it later
he was kicked out of his flat
he has no work
no money
no friends
he's calling from the street corner
with his last quarter
thinking of suicide

they kept talking
till they got disconnected
he gave her his number
to call him back
it didn't work

she told me all about it
i felt like i had just swallowed
a plastic bag full of nuts and bolts

maybe this was the most honest
sermon my moses
ever delivered

we were waiting
for him to call back

then the phone rang again
i picked it up
it was an old boyfriend of hers
i've never met the guy
he wanted to talk to me

i'm telling you
i attract weird people

but miracles rarely happen
my moses never called again