Curriculum Vitae

long is the night
long for the man
who cannot die, long
swaying under streetlights
his naked eye and his eye
schnapps breath blind, and smell
of wet flesh under his nails
don't always stun him, oh god,
long is the night.

My hair won't turn white
I crawled out of the wombs of machines
Rose red smeared tar on my forehead
and the strands, one had her
strangled the snow-white sister. But I,
the chief strode through the city
of ten hundred thousand souls, and my foot
stepped on the soul lice under the leather sky,
from the
ten hundred thousand peace pipes
hung, cold. angelic rest
I often wish
and hunting grounds, full
from the helpless screaming
of my friends.

With legs and wings spread,
the youth rose in rushes
It was about me, about liquid manure, about Jasmine
into the huge nights with the square
root secret, the legend breathes
of death hourly at my window,

Spurge give me and pour
laughter in my throat
of the old before me when I'm asleep
fall over the tome,
in the shameful dream
that I am not fit for thoughts,
play with tassels,
from which snakes fray.

Our mothers have too
dreamed of the future of their husbands,
they saw her mighty
revolutionary and lonely,
but after prayer in the garden
bent over the flaming weeds,
hand in hand with the garrulous
child of her love. my sad father
why were you silent then?
and not thought further?

Lost in the fountains of fire
in a night next to a gun
that doesn't fire, damn long
is the night, under the sputum
of the jaundiced moon, his bilious
Light sweeps in the power dream lane
about me (I can't stop that)
the sledge with the trimmed one
history.
Not that I slept: I was awake
I looked for the way between ice skeletons,
came home, wrapped ivy for me
arm and leg and knew
with sun remnants the ruins.
I kept the high holidays
and only when it was praised
I broke the bread.

In a pompous time
one must quickly of a light
go to another, from one country
into the other, under the rainbow,
the point of the compass in the heart,
taken to the radius the night.
Wide open. From the mountains
one sees lakes, in the lakes
mountains, and in the clouds
ring the bells
the one world. whose world
I am forbidden to know.

It happened on a Friday
-- I fasted for my life,
the air dripped with the juice of the lemons
and the bones stuck in my mouth --
there I released from the unfolded fish
a ring that, ejected
at my birth, in the stream
the night fell and sank.
I threw him back into the night.

Oh, were I not afraid of death!
if i had the word
(don't miss it)
if I didn't have thistles in my heart,
(I didn't turn down the sun)
If I didn't have greed in my mouth
(I don't water the wild water)
I don't bat an eyelash
(if I hadn't seen the cord).

Are they dragging the sky away?
Don't let the earth deceive me
I've been lying still for a long time
I've been lying for a long time
where the night wants me
before she flares her nostrils
and lifts her hoof
to new beats
always to the beat.
Always the night.
And no day.