Daddy's friends like to laugh
and have another beer
to watch me
when I bring it

but today they fall silent
you could be bothered yourself
with a difficult daughter
who posts poems

about sex and the love
of her father and
a distant lover

What is the matter with him
and this interest in my inner self?
Too bad, he does not understand

Only in fantasy can I express
what I need and
what makes me angry

At most one percent
of the time we live
we dance, however

our arms and legs seem made for it:
the human being, the dance animal
of controlled free courtship
the high stakes of our life
on the stage of each other's eyes

where we want to exist
in the role we have
obtained and kept up

Duties fill the days
with deeds done and worries
those mighty spirits
between the scenes
anxious

about the body, to suffer
anxious to be a dance animal
or not to be

Call them white, grey or black
the clouds of nice words

and concealments
in which I'm standing

for the sake of convenience while
taking one step closer is easy

I don't have to know much
maybe even nothing

of you
to dare to show

my colours: brown
my thoughts, mosaic

my emotion, without any pink
of shame – my supreme

and most beautiful, honest
I, worthy of myself

and the all-seeing eye
of the world, blue

is my blue, violet my violet
no gold, nor filters

Sipping warmth
on my balcony
watching the fluxskies

Red geraniums, the full weight
of my soul resting on the earth –
sensual of well-being

my voice strolls and tells
it to a friend, andante:
the music that I am

Then at the table
the pencils arranged
draw in silence, merge

in creating, smiling
at the rainbow fan
of dry paintbrushes

little brush tails, small
penises in my sleigh of hand
(easy going)

Being old, yet
wanting another
new register

Getting started
to tune it
Not letting me be deterred

by discords and hitches
Dripping practice oil
and listening attentively

till I hear myself
in the new voice
in my new tones

and keys, dozens
of pipes in the case
of my life added