Sahara

I live in the Sahara desert I
call it my home I
lie on the sands and
let the winds roll me I
call the winds by name

Saharan nomads wander by
sometimes they watch as I
slide along the dunes I
have sand in my eye I
have forgotten my name

ah Sahara Sahara Sahara I
remember my name I
let it roll of my mouth like
laughter
Sahara Sahara Sahara

this garden grass will pass with winter

i am the witness to its passing, this winter grass.

winter grass, this is your name, my crass gift

to you. you leave when the heat comes.

you are pretty and I am plain

when it rains

you stretch across my garden plain

when it rains

in the garden pots grow prickly cacti

or are they succulents? why are they called this?

they are not succulent

winter grass, this is your name, my crass gift

to you. you leave when the heat comes.

but the cacti stay

they are not succulent

but i lie in their bed anyway

just to spite you, winter grass

Cool Soft

The breath blown from your blinking winter eyes

Cools my flushed cheeks

I remember I said to myself remember this day

This whispering pulse reminds me

That I am still alive

That you are still alive

Gently calm me down

Chill my head with a crystal crown

My skin in hot

My flesh is on fire

Only your water can wash over me

On my knees I will be

As the waves move in a rolling embrace

I will feel your white lightface

Invite repair

Invite my child back to me

Beckoning is your soft touch

And all of a sudden life is alive

I need what I need

But dare I let that wait?

I want to hide in your soft arms

Break the distance

Shatter the miles

I reach out with my short arms

You reach me

Your soft arms.

An Animation I made

Standing Burnt forest (fire)

Standing Burnt forest (fire)

Like a lighter lighting ‘ match

Do it

Flick it in slow-motion at

The full forest floor poor trees

Blitz itz bones

Blistering simmering sin bliss

Snake slitherin’

Rustling leaves leaves no trace

Blackened paths at every turn

Fired furs murmurs of last lost past glory burn

Sad story

Our son

Arson 

Rest, it is cold

Let me stay here for a while

I promise I will come out

All anew

I’m just shedding my skin

Hibernating in the winter

Give me some time

I am repairing, transforming, preparing

For everything that will come

My way

I promise I will come out

All anew

Let me sleep, I am tired

Let me sleep, I need to rest

Alicanda

I have to smash a window

To get out

And finally for goodness sake

I reach the garden

“I beg your pardon”

And the sitcom completes its circuit

With I finding time finally to laugh

After all

Then I smash another window

To see tulips smiling at me

No one can chase me

The looking glass lies

Shattered

None of it ever mattered