When Michael or Gabriel
comes for me
do not write
RIP on my grave
...
I knew a man
who met a working girl
and with a twirl
of her head,
...
Like a little boy
he wants to play
with the rescue and fire helmets
and opens the glass cabinet
...
At times
my work, the church
and to drive in a car
becomes to much for me.
...
I knew a boy
who claimed
that doing drugs
and sleeping around
...
Without any rebellion
and without a great bleating
did the lamb
lie down,
...
If words could kill,
then kill they will
without impunity
reaching out
...
While working as a senior accountant
at the head office of a major worldwide religion:
I have seen colleagues
...
In storm language the wind talks
blind full of thunder
that draws blue lines
over the tar road
...