The idiot scrambles for invisible keys

you want me to belong

to the idiot circus

repeating the same tricks

now I turn around

the idiots and I look alike

I´m an idiot

not your idiot

grant me the pleasures

of my own hell

(SGS, 2021)

battered hope chest

and the muted cries from the living room cracks

thick layers of dead leaves block the basement door

and the violence of one turns to violence of two

and the motionless silence of the tools

–

and the humidity in the car

from a different age

–

settle down, troublesomes,

settle down

–

and the secret in the forest

scars they don´t scab

scars they just seep

welcome to disturbance

put me in there

(SGS, 2021)