POEM: ‘Musselmaner’

POEM: ‘Musselmaner’

Mute salvation scream.
Shrunk down to nothing
Tracing paper skin
Name as number inked on the arm.
I hear some pray as sleep taunts me
“Don’t you see your god has forsaken us???”
They rock and murmur more,
Mothers cuddling the corpses of offspring.

Morning comes, no cock crows, no bird sings
Awakened by sirens of death
Future workers vs future experiments
Sifted through like diseased cattle.
Ribs above the surface
Legs like brittle bamboo blades
Do hearts even still beat?

Fight a child for a sliver of bread
Break a cripple’s nose for a spoon of pissed-in soup.
Guards laugh
Bodies fall.
Again, god turns his back without a word.
If he’s walking the Lagerstrasse,
He’s walking away.

POEM: ‘I’m In The Sky, I’m In The Stars’

POEM: ‘I’m In The Sky, I’m In The Stars’

I realise how quick life goes
How everything spins away so fast
And no one stops to smell the roses.
I realise you don’t believe me
I look like a wooden doll on a stage
Fake applause and confetti tears.
I realise how special you are
And I’m just another face in the scene
Another it-boy, another loser.
I realise as I hold the candle
That the wax is already burning down my arm
But I’m not dropping the plate
I’m not giving in to the hand
Pushing me forever under.
I’m looking out of the grave
Onto a clearer day for tomorrow.
Alone, choking in the sun
I guess I was wrong
What I want is not for me.
The flower I sent decayed before arrival
A sickening reminder of my shallow self.
Keep dreaming my beautiful
I’m in the sky, I’m in the stars.

POEM: ‘A bug under a stone’

POEM: ‘A bug under a stone’

A bug under a stone
Waiting to be discovered.
An ugly duckling
Drowning in a pool of unease.
The other guy
Waiting to be most important.
The corpse
Fighting on the catafalque.
Plane going down
Look across to the couple saying goodbye
Drink a Heineken alone
As the plane hits the ground.
Rebirth?
A bug on the asphalt.
Dodging people to and fro
Trying to find the dirtpile.
Descending into a hole
Snapping the cable
Sailing downwards
You’re nothing Bugman,
Nobody hears your body hit the floor.
A bug under a stone
Waiting to be discovered.

POEM: ‘Dream (Of a floating head and a laughing Jesus)’

POEM: ‘Dream (Of a floating head and a laughing Jesus)’

Laying on the bed alone
My arms becoming weeds
Worms dance across the sheets
As minutes become hours.
Eyes wide open, blind,
Moths fly in my mouth
To sleep
To choke
To steal my breath
Like the cats in the alley.
A hand over my mouth
Avoiding malicious microbes in the air,
Beware the invisible malevolence.
Cough up blood
Cotton wool itch
Try to spit, nothing, choke again.
Reach for water
Hands become spiders
Crawling away
Falling lifeless.
Like the white rabbit
I’m late.
Important date cancelled
A kid becomes a corpse.