Sunday, July 9, 2017

Patti Smith’s Eyes




Patti Smith looks at me with her severe eyes while I take my morning shower.

The empress makes me feel guilty of something that I probably have or haven’t done.

Was it because of last night?

                                            W. Schumann

Monday, June 5, 2017

Holy Blast




Abu (you may also call him Ubu)
carried a bomb and the bomb went bang
You may wonder where the hell Abu Ubu is at?
Maybe Abu could be found
              here
                                             maybe there
                  or everywhere

Now, you may guess
Where the hell Abu Ubu is at?
Abu is in heaven
It is said so,
for bumping off those
with no heaven rights
and those who read the wrong books
and those who haven’t read any books at all
and thus were promptly denied
the sweet fragrance of paradise
the sweet fragrance of paradise

Abu Ubu has left his poor life behind
and now is living his eternity dream  
being gratified
with bombshell virgins
copious feast
monkey bread and wine
monkey bread and wine
Abu is happy and having a blast
Abu Ubu’s god is happy too
dancing with joy
with such bloodshed
against those
yes, those
goddamned  beasts
with no heaven rights                                                     

                             W. Schumann

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Sommer in Berlin



Sommer in Berlin

Die Rasen sind wieder grün

die Ärsche tauchen auf

wie Pilze

aus dem Boden schießen


                   
                   W. Schumann

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Rolling Gait

Rolling Gait

A limping old man is walking
on his artificial leg,
Carrying a paper grocery bag,
full of marmalade and eggs
I'm a man abandoned by God
                       He thought
trapped by my own ambition
and disillusioned by love
                       What am I?
A toast
A toast? He asked himself
A toast lost in the sea of butter....
                       What is left of me?
To earn my money
to buy toast and butter
He laughed at his own silly thoughts
while fixing his brown-haired wig
and kept walking along
a San Francisco sidewalk.

                             W. Schumann

Thursday, May 4, 2017

The Duel

The Duel 

Today the prose will be tepid and 
the night will be longer
Today the land will be drier and 
the breeze will be frigid
Today the rain will be acid and 
the silver will be corroded 
Today the bottles will be emptied and 
the heart will be exempted 
Today the devil will be blue and 
the pasta will be al dente
Today the razors will be sharper and 
a rose, well, a rose will be just a rose 
Today there will be a duel 
just between me and myself  
and only one of us will be left standing
Today will be the day!
                                 
                                 W. Schumann








Friday, April 28, 2017

I know you are There

                   I know you are There

Some come and go
Who’s getting there
And everywhere
So lonely

so suddenly
Above the sea
A sheltering sky
The haven

From coast to coast
No wonder why
We said goodbye
so hurried

A frame of mind
It’s a game of pride
I know you’re there
Just waiting…

In the highs and lows
We’re far from trembling
We are dancing on the ropes of uncertainty

In the stormy night
In breaking of the dawn
I hear you whispering
and you cry for help

In the morning light
In your living eyes
I feel the pain
Surrender

In the pouring rain
The future is bright
For the groom and bride
Forever

the turning tide
No winning prize
We’ve torn apart
unsurely

Like water and wine
A fairy tale
No turning point
For no one

Be the father or the son
Like fire in the sun
You just carry pain and suffering

Like kings and queens
And the thunder of the gun
No love, no peace, just nothingness …


                             W. Schumann

Angry Prey


      Angry Prey



life is all about change,
said my old master mind
a touch of good karma
like a secretive red wolf
running away from his angry prey
there is nothing better
than a day after day
with a night in between
(if the night comes)
you're loath to lose your place in heaven
with no head space for your own dreams
you’ve got no choice but to pull off stakes
it’s a dangerous frame
but you’ve got to make that move
and swim among the shinning sharks
under the deep sea of your soul
you better shove
you better run
and cross that desert
tailored-made for you.

                            W. Schumann



Patti Smith’s Eyes

Patti Smith looks at me with her severe eyes while I take my morning shower. The empress makes me feel guilty of something that I...