Sorrow Gondola

 Outside on the water the trash gondola appears, paddled by two one-oared bandits.
 Liszt has written down some chords so heavy, they ought to be sent off
 to the mineralogical institute in Padua for analysis.
 Meteorites!
 Too heavy to rest, they can only sink and sink straight through the future all the way down
 to the Brownshirt years.
 The gondola is heavy-laden with the future’s huddled-up stones.

In the same dream a newborn girl
 who spoke in complete sentences.

Dreamt I had drawn piano keys
 on my kitchen table. I played on them, mute
 The neighbors came over to listen.

Landscape with Suns

 The sun glides out from behind the house
 positions itself mid-street
 and breathes on us
 with its scarlet wind.
 Innsbruck I must leave you.
 But tomorrow
 a glowing sun stands
 in the half-dead gray forest
 where we have to work and live.

November in the Former GDR

 The almighty Cyclops-eye went behind the clouds
 and the grass shuddered in the coal dust.

Beaten sore and stiff from last night’s dreams
 we climb aboard the train
 that stops at every station
 and lays eggs.