Monthly Archives: November 2017

Barenbach @ Shorty’s 11/20/17 #poetry


If you cannot reach
The top of the mountain
Try Yodeling to your friends

When kindness comes
Naturally accept it
It is the only God I believe in
Today I see her everywhere

A bird sitting on cold branch
An ashtray full of rain water
A donkey eating hay
A picture of a cat with an orange
A family dancing to punk rock

I hear the books talking to me
I see the records painting their pictures
The message is in the torn couches
The painted paw prints on the fence
Send us a sign. The animals are making sculpture every day.

What does it say?

It says: Hallö! Welkomen.
Would you like a coffee or maybe a beer.
Are you hungry? Here is the toilet.
Make yourself at home.

Offenbach @ Hafen 2 11/19/17 #poetry


On the heels of a late night Fire drill.
We relearn some valuable lessons.

Rule Number 1
Never get into a van
With no seats after a punk rock
Concert. Even if the man driving tells you he is a fan of your music.

Rule number 2
Never trust a man named Bernhard
From Mannheim.

Rule number 3
Remember to love and forgive
Your tribe
even if they scare you
The night before.

But we are back in Offenbach.
And now we are often back
In Offenbach.
And in Offenbach
We are often happy
To be back.

Like the geese in the lake
We have found a nice place to land.
The air is still and the water is clear.
The sun is not shining
But it’s okay because we are warm inside
Together
The sheep are happy to have their
Ears scratched.
We feel.
We talk.
We listen.
And we work it out under a cloudy sky.

Mannheim @ Altes Volksbad 11/18/17 #poetry


Techno Christmas Glühwein
We lay down before the
Mannheim steamroller
The market is open

We play with fire everyday
We know
Our home may some day be our coffin

Wooden cows eating by
The side of the road
Next to giant chocolate rocks
I see a car made of Gummi
With Lebkuchen wheels
Trees with bread branches
And butter leaves

Giant electric mothers
Stretch across the horizon
They spread their arms and legs
Connected through lines of power
They dangle like old skin beneath our arms
They Keep us alive
They Keep us young
They Keep us tied up like a dog to a tree
A dog that is capeable
Of great joy