Our research who art in university
Hollowed be thy wisdom
Your grants come
And will be spent
In pubs and coffee machines
Give us our daily stream of thoughts
And forgive us our procrastination
As we forgive those who help us procrastinate
And lead us not into footnotes
But deliver us from ranting
For thine is the institution
And the power, and the prestige
For ever and ever.
Million maggots in my head
Toss and turn tremendously.
Drastic longing lusts for bed –
Crude recurring apathy.
Fallen flies upon the sills
Don’t recount from idleness.
Bathtub bursts and coffee spills
Over PhD thesis.
WHERE’S ADAM? (SONNET)
A ton of Schwarzer Krauser hides beneath my bed
Since I returned last month I have not spoken thee
I fear you may have caught some Hepatitis C
Or pig pest, chicken flu, whatever else may spread
Your busking pal Ärrn told me: ‘His mobile’s dead’
And to my urging question, ‘Where the fuck is he?’
He counted up some towns and places by the sea
Which – I admit in shame – I did at once forget
If you are well, I do not worry where you’re at
Listen my friend, without you time is hard to kill
And I protest that I have not met your dog Cat
On Saturday I have a gig I cannot handle
(Short of musicians, put myself upon the bill)
Alas, if you were there you could prevent a scandal
We live in castles in the air
When not with you, I’m in despair
My love to you I must declare
Let’s fool around the rocking chair
I split up with my billionaire
Who is completely unaware
That I’ll withdraw my vows foursquare
Abstain the prospect of my share
In foot-, under- and tablew(e)ar(e)
The taxidermised grizzly bear
A life in pomp and laissez-faire
Whatever else, devil-may-care
The reason for this love affair
Is – to be fair –
Your greeeen hair
ELEGIACAL PORTRAIT No1
Hello, my name is Dominic, I’m twenty-five. Since about
Three years I’m working within the financial sector, full-time
But my promotion of late allowed me to make some investments
Now I have suits: one for the evening, which is dark brown
Then one for work, made of a mixture of fine cotton textile.
Lastly the elegant black dinner suit in classical style
That was by far the dearest of all, but it was worth it: It
Proves to be suited for mourning occasions and also for weddings
So to speak savvy regarding its multiple quality use.
Recently, although by accident, I destroyed several things. My
Record player on one hand, just like that it had died.
Secondly I broke a coat hanger, last but not least Anja’s heart. I
Do not know why on earth stupid things always seem happ’ning to me.
POOR NOT CHEAP
I’m not a whore
Because I’m poor
Don’t treat me like
I’m cheap and like
To do what you
Want me to do
You can’t buy me
But thank you dear
For the pint of beer.
The racist bassist drank his drink
He said to me: “Dags, I would think
Of me if I was you, teetotal
That I am very trivial.
I wouldn’t even talk to me
Would leave this pub asap.
I wouldn’t have the time to spend
With drunks that drive me round the bend
I’d say this fool shall die in hell!”
I looked at him and I said: “Well
I know all that, my little racist
And I regret that you’re my bassist.
Inside your beer glass swims your pick
Let’s get on with this fucking gig.”
The sirens hum, the mollie flies
It is too warm to wear disguise
The sight diffused, we have to sneeze
‘Cause pepper hovers in the breeze
Gas cartridges to danger zones
Come flying in with chirping tones
Till dusk they keep the kettle tight
Around us all appears blue light
Half of the world rises and shines
To vent their anger against crimes
Of lies, injustice, warmongering …
My favourite season is the spring.