Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Lente onzin

een simpele seizoensdood
laat zich als laatste sneeuw
niet verschalken door
de schamele notie van vergetelheid.

gij keert weer
tot dan - bloemen op uw graf
zoals het hoort
in de nevelen van 't gratuite ritueel [des] doods.

Tuesday, 15 January 2013


A road upwards, cold
My horizon’s worth –
The few steps we sold
To the core
and we bleed snow, cry out home.

Windless mills on top of dreams
Care for a walk,
through the silence of screams
Or just abandon but stay close
Stay talk.
Stay the semi nude
                Carried in my glove.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Cradle the Thought

I'll only hurt tonight, hurt to sing a song
Microwave feed her thirst of being in my head
Torching the curtains as she dances along
on my masterpiece how I know I can play dead
Investigate the clouds shape shaft cock craft
blue sun goddess frees the legs to run away
into the arms of you were me you are I am laughed
wish me laying grass green sadness every day
My me mind and you were me you are I am waited for
bless the wish to wish to bless the foot licked
she roams you see don't be like that to me no more
and suddenly the trains burst away the floorboard kicked
What's the reason I can think a few
and more than ever it's a crime to think
and let it all fester some more and stew
who knows anything she does, lets drink

away the morning

Saturday, 11 August 2012


"Wiring thoughts thought wise"

Fragment Starts.
From the pretention of knowledge
comes nothing more but the muted scream
The injustice of synapses.
 Listen to it
but ignore the wisdom
so You can come back
with wise scissors.

And rape me back to clarity
the morning after memory
day after day.

Until you cut, there is selfneuroengineering.
Sleep with me, dreams offer sense.
Fragment Stops.

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

i have the distinct feeling
the rotation influences