Montag, 18. Juni 2012

Violins


And slowly I approached the village
When I heard them from the coast –
Maladies for melodies –
I glided over sand, a ghost

I felt a fire flickering
Behind the pitch black dunes just when
I saw them with their instruments
A shoal of oily fishermen

Violence in violins
Disharming me – I guessed that sooner
Or later they would realize
Their life was pointless with no tuna

Finding You


Rain, an absent-minded tree
Abandon each and every limb
Nothing in our eyes to see
Zeal we show and still conceal
Invisible, too soft to hatch
Somnambulist phenomena
Keys for someone else’s car
As we have a lion heart