No Problem
From the garden of restraint
I come
My path is made of dust

No problem
The tiger rests in my lap
Fingers circle over furrowed brows
The beast snores

No problem
Everywhere phantoms eavesdrop on us
Their grimaces are black and lonely
They remain silent

No problem
Earlier a sunbeam wrote to me
A stateless person
She fights

This path is made of dust
And I am no one
Of the described
Forever in the chamber of pyramids

Bounty from ‘99
Millennium-bound
Before the red statues

Born in a voice
From deep dark swamps where
The hand of the Unreachable reigns

Clock at 8:38 PM
Placeless
With the old child

Made of rage
Because a vase in a dream
Shattered by the screaming crone

Clubhouse 77
Love-estranged
In Ali’s trauma

Did waking on a wave feel too
Hectic?
Yet you dreamt of the sea

I want to carry you into the water, to the
Edge
There we’ll leap off the Earth

I wish you were here to
Rejoice!
For we have been set free

There’s every reason to celebrate, to
Revel
Lay yourself in my hands

Lay yourself between the lines of my palms, to
Travel
You won’t fall asleep

Restlessness will reign until the
Land of Waves
In the water, you will sleep deeply

Little maple trees on the path to
Earth
Water will rock you like a womb

Count the waves, my child
Feel the salt on your skin
The cool winds
At the threshold of the Earth

Smell the salt, my child
Paint the waves
Speak words made of wind
At the treshold of the Earth

I saw the end of the wind
In a loop of memories
Buried beneath countless pyramids

In the writer’s chamber
Where bloodhounds lick marble spit
Trapped in the cage of moons

Senseless, aimless, hopeless
Yet children are born there
Uncertain at the dawn of life

Isolated
Enclosed by the fur of bloodhounds
Who gently cleanse them

That delights the newborns
They smile and dance
Meanwhile the bloodhounds sleep

Always with one eye open
To guard the newborns
So they may grow within the chamber

On their birthdays, pyramids crumble
So that a new realm may rise
So that a new realm may rise

Oh, so: pain or heaven?
Rain or baptism?
Cement mixer or Eden?

Dwarves burn
In the storm of life
Mouths glow red

None from here
None of you
One of us

Ghosts became heroes
In the ash-rain of misery
Risen for us

On ancient, cursed ground
Where the same ones always sit
Drinking tea of cold comfort

The pull equals the cold
To clarify, I fall silent
My silence is ice-blue
I renounce the light

This coat is made of lead
The weight of millennia
Patina and dignity
The dark woman spoke without words

In the sun of the red avenue
Her teeth cast glaring light
Onto the dusk
A moment gone is now

The choirs sing in the fog
Where an angry child screams
It throws trash endlessly
In the face of sorrowful angels

Because the beasts have come
Mute curses beneath face masks
In great heat
On days of drought

I will not forget you
You wrote through me
We are and remain twins
In the forest of cold

I love you
Give me your light
The future is a station
At the end of many stations

Redemption and Truth and Dirt
Haze in the pyramid room
A writer once lived here
Long ago

Many years past
To write down prayers
Prayers for the future
On empty pages

Lies wandered through the room
Silent and domineering
In a room of a thousand rooms
Doorless secrets

The writer belonged there
Before she died
In ice-cold winter walls
Staring through fogged-up panes

So words could arise from nothing
At the table of white sheets
Where the dead sat
Mouths agape, speaking silently

Only the best!
Messages from Istanbul
Prayers in the water
On the shore of pyramids

But it was only a dream
Redemption
Truth
Dirt