I.
Doves fly out above Fishponds
trying to bring peace to my heart

I.I
Above trying to fly out. Peace:
bring doves to my Fishponds heart

I.I.I
Peace doves fly out above, trying
to bring Fishponds to my heart

I.V

My heart above trying
to bring peace to Fishponds. Doves fly out.

this love is like red wine
spilt before it's drunk
your white balloon hovers
in my head over Bristol
an ashtray full of burnt-out hopes
I've smoked as another day
without you ends
insomnia will give me a heart attack
one day
all my sleepless nights
I dedicate to you
fire & brimstone
be ******
though this will never work
& I'm running out of poems
to write about you
& all this
& each night
is shortening my life
& tired

I found you in moon-lit courtyards
amongst whispering statues of angels
& broken queer bottles

punk wind roaring in time's freefall
& Tagesspiegel newspapers
read in grave graveyards

the Plötzensee
now a pleasant place
to walk by

past the carefree
nudist sunbathers
in blissful summer

the Olympiastadion
almost forgetting
who it's maker was

but no not quite
nevertheless, good days
far out-weighing the bad

There was a time we lived in those museums
mother, do you remember?

seeing everything from Art Nouveau
to German Expressionism or Cubism

There was a time
we walked on Adenauerplatz beneath old Linden trees

There was a time our winters
were full of german gingerbread & mulled wine

& our Spring
spent wandering the Schlosspark

There was a time we spent our summers
watching swallows by the sunny Wannsee lakes

& our autumns in spacious cafes
& international bookshops

we talked the other day again
about the Russian one

how ever since we left home
we'd not seen so many Russian books in one place

it seems the vision of  home never leaves you
just waits dormant in your heart

for something to remind you of it
just as now that Lesser Ury print

reminded me of our Berlin
& days of Love Parades & blissful freedom

I will not regret the journey
you made us take

because it meant
we got to live in heaven

there was a time we lived there
there was a time we lived there

drum beats percussion & bass
sounding through the hollow tunnel
of my spaced out head

pa-da-da-da
pa-da-da-da
shwup-di-dup

a thin voice like a wretched angel
beating at my heart strings
this is what being on street drugs

must feel like
electronic beeps running like
some train in my head

the endless train tracks
passing through everywhere
past the night's city lights

lonely hearts
in half-empty bars
propped up by the stars

yeah I'm feelin' it
yeah I'm feelin' it
shwup-di-dup

whisper a song of love
I can hear it
reaching for her in the dark

is this how we build Babylon
by the songs we write
& leave behind

yeah I'm feelin' it

you are the planet
man will never set foot on

imagine, no newspapers & no tv
just red dust blowing  in the acid breeze

you will gaze at the sun
& ask it how far away it is

& your moon will whisper
you lullabies

hush listen,
what is that?

the sound of a star
exploding

a mysterious heart
ceasing to beat