A SNAPSHOT AT 7 AM

RawA jewel in the rough

So many R’s in her energyNot a single R in her name

Sleeping with you is like sleeping with a wild stallion I caught a cold

And I guessed you haven’t been properly caressed in ages

It’s so funny with you:You are and you are not

Most convenient most heartbreaking

When I look at myself in the mirror I see the usual runaway

And the gorilla mentioned by PemaI close my eyes ‘cause I can’t stand the picture

Therefore I touch my eagernessWill I let it be?I see the child

I see the middle aged womanWith space no space

Sleeping with you is/was tough:A wild stallion being chased on a bed

A SNAPSHOT AT 4:35 PM

yellow lust

red fear

green eagerness

orange sadness

white joy

black mixture of all

a self-created vibrant and oh so

attractive rainbow

pounding like a dying heart –not slowly

a radioactive magnet

an exploding oxygen atom

an exploding hydrogen atom

an exploding sodium atom

a cadmium atom

A SNAPSHOT AT 9:30 PM

Jumping on a bed just for the sake of it is not fun.

It doesn’t show any kindness to the world or to your self

It only makes you jumpy.

The opposite not necessarily means being fettered to someone

-the one you jump on the bed with or someone else for that matter.

It is softer to have you asking how I’ am.

Otherwise it is disheartening disheartening disheartening

A SNAPSHOT BEFORE LUNCH

I make love to you all naked

Take off my rings, my watch, my earrings

I only leave on my protection cords

Not to be protected against you

But against my own little self

SNAPSHOT AFTER TALKING TO YOU

Words come to me uninvited

A little magical

A little too exciting

A little mystifying

A little much too deep

Somewhat happy & uncertain

Somewhat far out & ordinary

Somewhat promising & defeating

Somewhat baffling & clear

I lay at the Séche Tes Larmes Cafe

And it is like I have a crush on you

And infatuation for you

Real love with you

A something that slips along my cunt

A dripping affair

An unfathomable subject matter

And at the Séche Tes Larmes Café

They play a song that says:

“Don’t let me go, babe.

“Don’t make me stay, honey”.

A SNAPSHOT AT ALMOST 10 PM

I spin ‘round my celuphone

I wonder if it is proper to call you up

Mum is not here to give me good advice

And though I cry for Guru from afar

I get no clear answer.

So I ring some other girls

All of them with pretty names

Wonderful smiles

& beautiful tits:

Unable to prompt a pretext to contact you

I naturally let myself be entertained

by someone else.

A SNAPSHOT WITH ELECTRICITY

The egotistic monster eats like Patti’s cannibals

I let her devour my left leg

While I play at being Alice’s nice girl

Stars stars high up in the sky.

It didn’t really run smoothly.

It was not slow only despairing

I always knew I had to leave

Like Robert’s rambling babe.

A SNAPSHOT WITHOUT ELECTRICITY

It is like falling from my eagerness into an abyss

Like acknowledging my best friend is a she-dog

The abyss is quite sad not tender though.

When that girl told us she had been abused

A crystal drop wetted my arm.

A SNAPSHOT AT 7:50

I’m making a real effort

Not to conceptualize that relationship

I walk on harsh carpets

Sleep in noisy bedrooms

Knit a carpet of broken promises to myself

Read about the gigantic NO

And I can hardly understand its meaning

Let alone put it into practice.

Maybe it is just another concept

If I take it like that

Like that relationship

I’m trying real hard not to conceptualize. NO

A SNAPSHOT AFTER A SHOWER

I laugh loudly at my romantic stand towards life

I deem it funny

I feel so old-fashioned

And way too serious

Then I’m struck by a lightning of certainty:

I can eat popcorn seasoned with tears.

I would,

But you, Claudia Scissorhands

Say I want to name it all,

To trap it all inside a framework of words

Even if it is true

It doesn´t really change who I am:

A romantic slot

A tear-eater

A quick quark coming for you today