Dogs and Family

The lost places

When this was mine

And in the same

Time never mine

Earning and buying

The illusion of being a part

Of a family

Eventually it turned out

That we were nothing

Just dogs fighting for

A piece of flesh

Answer to Shame

I am on the run

From the shame of being

Such a bad father

Being such an incompetent son

And impotent lover as well

No one loves my soul

I am so bad

And I am so tired of being

Projected as bad for not fulfilling

Other people’s dreams

I am not bad

Just the answer to your projections

On Suicide

Once upon a time my grandmother

Tried to commit suicide

She swallowed a huge

Number of yellow pills

That my mother had

Prescribed to her

As the good doctor and daughter

She was at the time

Sleeping pills

My grandfather found her

In bed with the faded light

And traffic noise from

The street below

On a winter afternoon

I was about ten at the time

My mother told me that

It was not my fault

Not so much, just a little

And any way the pills

Would not kill her

Most to blame was my grandfather

Who did not fulfill her wish

Of the perfect summerhouse

I kept those words in memory

Creating new disasters in

The far future

That is now

Tired

I am so tired

The energy is gone

I am not tired

To hear that I got so much

Problem

I am tired of being owned by others

Defining me

I will rise

The Eternal Quest

So the eternal, nocturnal

Battle has started

Trying to make the baby sleep

Frustrated parents and siblings

Happy child talking her own

Language

Refusing to sleep for generations

The same problem, with different

Solutions for each and every one