nothing is happening
and mass murder
space is where all the good stuff is happening
grass – we used to hide and come.
sand – the pain still in our bones today.
grass and sands –
at night we lie on aching backs
thighs open to the skies
offering ourselves to
some other home imagined.
the old man on a bike.
unzeitgemÃ¤sser Rausch – anachronistic as directed noise
the unbearable gap between
what is and what you want to be
is your belly sliced in two
is your body open wide
is where the world gets in.