der einen hand
zum beispiel eine stoppuhr in der anderen
und spielt die szene so
als würdet ihr euch suchen
ich bin jack
ich schwimme
in einer flüssigkeit deiner wahl
in deinem hemd
wenn ich dies hemd verliere
bin ich verloren
schon wieder
in einer besonderen flüssigkeit in deinem hirn
die man ablassen kann
für trabende pferde
und mich
die flut deiner wahl
an der ecke der umarmung
fallhöhe geteilt durch aufprall
van der falke
mit messerscharfen augen
folge mir
ins falls-land
rape yeah!
i go for a walk with a bunch of balloons in my hand
with open eyes and eyes in space
i say yes
yes like a swing door
light like a trapdoor
i walk in streets that make me fly
and streets that make me fall
i walk on a line by a slope
or along the coast
for days
then a few steps up
looking for food
for the way back
straight home or straight to hell
i'm moving on without complaint
with swinging eyes doing splits with the spook
i run
directly into the arms of a horde of rapists with their face
in my face and their hands between my legs
so I start babbling trying to sugarcoat the situation
with the words of a song you might have heard before
about someone walking on the path of luck for a long time then
suddenly meeting some kind of demon leading to the center of
some kind of cursed place
have you ever run into an open casket before
at the end of november
as the sun goes down
and the fog moving smoothly
over the roof of your farm
this is not drug-soaked lolli-licking
this is rape yeah
it comes together
what belongs together
bad surprises and the bag in which we carry them along
the pig in us
just like our face
is being cherished fed
and led out of the stall eventually
so if you step into your grave remember
think quick about new dimensions of space
if you want to get away
in respect for new strategies
doing splits with the spook
run
but wait
for now
don't move
they grab me by the arms and push me up some stairs
stop
I want to talk
I came up the many steps to say yeah
yeah like a swing door
like my tongue hanging out
when every further word i say
is only speeding up an already spinning trailer in a curve
when i am being threatened with a knife
i sing praise and say yeah
light like a trapdoor
i am either wide open or trapped
only two knifes in my own pockets
and the extended version of a song you might
have heard before
rape is as real as the theme you chose for your poetry
a moment of decision
that is either shock fronted
or pushing the shock
a matter nicely organized
or happening rather on the spot
either you scream
“in your case it is not a matter of who you are
only why”
or you whisper
“who are you
where do you come from
what do you want”
rapists you know
it comes together
what belongs together
come here
I too have been trying to get close to you ever since I
thought my
first thought honestly
without you I can't be and I say
enough of the talking
it's hot
you are hot
I'm now going to take off my clothes
get ready
between paying a toll and knocking you out
I confess my love to the language you know
do you mind my smoking
I trade courtesy for your silence
come near
and wrap it up
between knocking you out or running away
I sing praise instead of running
I start babbling trying to get out of the situation
and here comes the song again
about someone just crossing the road and suddenly has a face
in the face and hands between the legs
between flight and fight you can still black out or distract
your enemy with ordinary delight
just say “oops
I think I have forgotten to turn off the gas at home”
or “one moment please, I think I have to throw up”
and get out of there
but this is not a debate topped with nodding in daylight
this is rape already one step ahead of the escape route