The sweet body sticks to me
Like a coating on the roof of my mouth.
Whatever juice and tender meat
Quittered around the limestone bones,
Fleet into my nose with milk and sweat.
I know what whores and Madonnas smell like
After a walk and when waking up in the morning
And at the tide of their blood -
And gentlemen come into my consulting room
Their sex has grown:
The woman thinks she will be impregnated
And thrown up into a god's mound,
But the man is poisoned.
His brain poaches over a misty steppe
And falls silently his seed.
I live in front of your body: in the middle
The shame sticks everywhere. That's where the skull goes too. I suspect: one day
The gap and the shock
Will gape from the forehead to heaven.
The crown of creation, the pig, the human being -
Go with others Animals around!
At the age of seventeen pubic lice,
Between bad snouts,
Intestinal diseases and alimony,
Women and infusioria,
Starts at forty the bubble starts to run -:
Do you think the earth grew around such lumps
From the sun to the moon - ? What are you yapping about?
You're talking about your soul - what is your soul?
Is the old woman screwing up her bed night after night -
Is the old man lubricating his crumbling tavern! too,
You have enough food to eat in your intestines,
Do you think the stars are falling for happiness.
Ah! - From cooling intestines
Spewing earth like fire from other holes
A snout of blood up -:
That staggers the downward arc
Smugly into the shadows< br/>With pimples in the hat and rotten teeth
It mates in a bed and huddles together
And sows seeds in the furrows of the flesh
And God feels with us Wife. And the fruit -:
It is very often born already squeaky:
With bumps on the back, cracks in the throat,
Squinty-eyed, testicleless, with wide fractures
It escapes Intestines -;
But even what is safe
Finally wells up into the light isn't exactly a lot,
And the earth drips through the holes:
Walk -: Fö ten, genus pack -:
It is done. Sit down.
Finger is sniffed.
Raisin taken out of the tooth
The goldfish - !!!
Elevation! Rise! Weserlied!
The general aspects are touched upon. God
Placed on the shame as a cheese dome -:
The good shepherd!! -- general feeling! -
And in the evening the buck jumps on the goat.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS