PROLOGUE

No matter how beautifully black the green at night may seem;

you won't get tanned by the moon

( This is just one way of escape. Poetry is another ... )

INTRODUCTION

"...Ils étaient usés à quinze ans, ils finissaient en débutant, tous leurs mois s'appelaient Décembre" > "They were all used up in their teens, they ended as debutants, all their months were named December..." Jacques Brel

( The law of communicating plants...)

Nothing lasts for long; Joni Mitchell sings in some forever gone infinitely lonesome love song. So me I say: Let's celebrate typography now! Today.

Short song

( for all the joggers in this world )

Look at them

No matter which way they run

they're all running forward

on their way back

to eternity

*

To be free

merry and gay

in far away Saint Tropez

is all I really wanted to be

Today

Like the dogs

When they were with me

I dare to say

*

( to a certain van Rijn )

Yes. I was lucky I guess

For I felt at ease

when I hung around

in the top of your trees

When I fell asleep

among the roots of them

I was lucky again:

The wind made me dream

your trees

were at one with the sea

and me

I was a sailor man

who, like before

got beached

on a long forgotten

distant shore

Haunted by time

and captured in space

I finally found shelter

in songs that were sung

by fish beneath the waves

Yes. I was lucky I guess

For when I woke up

I felt kind of blessed:

The sea and the wind

had me convinced

of our utter insignificance

So, before I left

I took my time

to thank your trees

and said hello to never

and to that what is to be

Meanwhile far away

another monkey

took a sway

*

( Allah Akhbar! )

I talk to birds

as I bark with dogs

Never got 'round enough

to talk to God

Things are simple

and things are plain:

We're talking Jaweh, war

and bloodshed here

Again

*

Sad Song

( for the living )

I saw her today

at a funeral

A glass of wine

in her hand

She saw me and I saw her

all of the time

There was little to nothing else

we could do
but raising glasses

Untill the end

*

( Time does not exist

also: How deliciously unconditional
the future is )

Like the unknown
that is always coming toward us
the future is going
as planned, and, yes
heading irreversibly our way
as we sit here

wining and dining
talking and laughing
without a single clue
what to do
about the future

*

As I once was

contemplatively pissing

I realised you and I
were two universes apart

Touching eachother
at its edges only
Never straight

from the heart

Whoever would have guessed
you and I

were never
to really meet

Nor were we ever

to reunite

*

All seven seas are one

And me, I'm only me
when I'm not you
when you were young

You dig?

*

You weren't just new

You were a river
and a mountain
I had to come across

Before or after
always there

Never at a loss

*

( Now you're gone )

And me

I just sit here thinking

writing, drinking

talking, laughing

smoking, dreaming

and listening

to things in me

I wrote for you

Slowly but surely

now's a good time to go

and be gone

for a walk about

There

where no one's listening

to the useless songs

I wrote and sing out loud

for you

What else

can one do?

*

( No face on Mother Mary )

( No books no birds )

In other words:

no war no money

no art no God no love

Let alone the stars
out there up above

forever changed my heart

my breath my life

my scars

A dream did

Things are simple

and things are plain:
I'm talking

stealing time

of eternity

here

Again

*

As I sit here

on my way

running out of time

I realise I promised

her the Moon

Whenever I'll be back

( God only knows how soon )

I'll give her my world

of words instead

*

Last night I dreamed
I was your ticker tape parade

For you I ripped myself to pieces
for you I tore myself apart

For you
in my blissfull end
all that remained
was the last beat of my heart
and the stillness in my hand

*

( My lips are sealed )

Like a leaf in the wind
I don't talk
I only glisten

And yet
nobody sees
nobody cares
nobody listens

*

( to Astrid
my Queen of Heavenly Smells )

Looking out West
lots of good memories passed by in a flash

In their wake I smelled the scent
of a fragrance that came to come
and go as it went

This is one of the reasons why
I'm in love with the sea
With her, my mother, the summer
the rest, and yes, in the end
with me

I mean, we all have to love
someone now

Don't we

*

( Shelter from madness
also: Home free for now )

No phone
no fax
no pool
no internet

A few cigars
a couple of cars
a woman or two
a bit of blues
and lots of booze

*

( After all is said and done
this is an eternal lust song )

In the flesh
the girl
not the world
went mad

So did I

This is how we met
This is how we left

Kind of sad
in all the sweetness
of our good byes

*