Poems
A Deadly Sick Animal
When I am so sad
That I can no longer speak
I just want to lie down
Like a deadly sick animal
But even that is too painful
So I move restlessly up and down
And go about my business with zeal
Then people say:
He has a lot of energy!
Translated from the German using DeepL. Edited by Maniwolf. © Maniwolf
Anxiety
At last, when we talked about
That our tentative separation
Would soon be final,
I felt the white hand of death reaching for me,
And a voice cried out: I am scared
English Original. © Maniwolf
As far as the sea
I want to be alone
Move into the distance
As far as the sea
To be surrounded by no one
Not even by myself.
English Original. © Maniwolf
A Special Ability
Perhaps they will say one day:
He had a special ability,
To put into words
boundless unhappiness
Was that because of his word power?
Or because of his boundless unhappiness?
English Original. © Maniwolf
Encounter in Mazatlán
We quickly agreed on the price,
and also on the hotel.
Then we lay naked.
I had come with all the desires of the last barren years,
while you were thinking about the next customer.
When you sighed
and I moaned
we met briefly,
before we finally fell apart
and staggered off in opposite directions,
and plunged into the strangely twisted glass tunnels of our alien lives.
Translated from the German using DeepL.com, edited by Maniwolf. © Maniwolf
For Beautiful M
I still love you
You are like a precious vase
Without flowers
English Original. © Maniwolf
Lost Love
And so we stand there with white, ice-cold hands,
from which a precious vase has just slipped,
smashed on the floor,
lost forever
like our love
And we stare at each other helplessly
In frozen horror.
English Original. © Maniwolf
My Hands are Empty
I stroked your hair
And kissed your mouth,
Caressed your breasts
And felt your thighs.
And our eyes were one.
Now our time is up. I need to get up and leave.
I stand at the edge of the bed and my hands are empty.
This emptiness hurts.
— Good feels this emptiness, it makes my hands so light.
Nothing that pulls me down.
I can go wherever I want.
English Original. © Maniwolf
The Poem
Sometimes
I burst with a thirst for adventure,
An urge to devour mountains, lands, seas
And to storm across the globe to heaven
Then someone calls:
Write a poem!
I am suddenly paralyzed,
I start to lurch
And drown in the slippery dark water
Translated from the German using DeepL. Edited by Maniwolf. © Maniwolf
To Hurt me
Of your many abilities,
Beloved,
You have mastered one above all others:
To hurt me.
English Original. © Maniwolf
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