woensdag 25 maart 2009

Return (transl.: Annmarie Sauer)

as the forever spring in images I tattooed
into a former version
of my dandified future:
shining déjà-vu, one more stupid than another,
looking for rhyme, thyme and taddle taling

of ideals no longer glowing,
magic potions I don’t want to tamper with,
only slivers of short-term memory
to warm by
in this head without voices
silent as an empty belly without noises