Paper Cut
There’s my neighbor,
his wife with her wheelie-bin rump.
I want to walk my dog.
I want to invent an exhaust pipe.
Give me the fanfare
of the et cetera
of the et cetera
of the et cetera…
*
Girls on Film
She looks
like she’s solving
a twisted equation in her mind.
She looks
like she’s cheating her face
with another face.
She wants to be the cramp
of new dimensions.
A curling iron
for young and easy loekies.
*
No Frequencies
A pinch of infatuation—
already a hundred moves.
Every pore in your body
longs to lose to the other.
Not a single hair
will settle
for the bench.
All the worlds
want to tumble down the stairs.
Suddenly, a quiff
that phones girls.
A drowsy gaze—
too famed, too indifferent
to matter anymore.
*
Ordnung muss sein
Dressed up as World War II
I arrive at your birthday party.
I don’t kiss you outright—
first, I light the candles properly.
You’re a girl of pleasure.
I’m a man chasing himself through films.
“Sell whatever you want,
just don’t sell it here tonight.”
People live for themselves.
I audit girls that file me.
I gift everyone everything.
If the answer’s without,
it’s without you.
The candles drown.
I gift everyone everything.
*
Porno
It’s a grumpy little word. Porno.
Bald old men prod each other.
The wind blows. Porno.
Angry dwarves in dollhouses
take test rides in lotus position
with the girl next door.
Who steals everything
from the lost property bin?
Who still dares to be beautiful?
Not me.
*
Money Helps
Always five o’clock. Death, plants,
buzzers wired to five. Death,
and I straighten my tie.
I think of curtains
dying in forests,
we wither so slowly.
Deader than the twilight
that dies in November.
Blackberries.
A hundred words for money.
A quiet moment
in the hullabaloo of Grand Critique.
You are a drole little man
but we are intellectuals.
Shall I compare you to a summer skyscraper?
You seem gentler, a less jarring image.
No Helena—
more like a Katja, en vape.
In love between the margins.
The whole family flipping pages.
Publishing houses evacuate.
On blogs, poetry’s a fossil.
Now, aphorisms for cash:
No. 1: Money Helps!