Based on looks I have

to take my pants down: rectal --


examination.


Om mijn uiterlijkFür mein Aussehen
moet het, moet mijn broek omlaag:muss meine Hose runter:

rectaal onderzoek.Rektalkontrolle.

Poem S2424
Amsterdam, 2024-10-19
the ground beneath her feet (Salman Rushdie) - 1999
Novel, chapter 10 Season of the Witch
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

He is also there,

listlessly looking away --


we mumble hello.


Hij is er ook weer,Er ist auch wieder
lusteloos kijken we weg --da, lustlos schauen wir weg --

en zeggen hallo.und sagen Hallo.

Poem H4568
Amsterdam, 2024-03-20
The Mission (Wessel te Gussinklo) - 1995
Novel "De opdracht", chapter (1-) 3
Collection: Truder
Tribute to: Te Gussinklo, Wessel 
 

So many strangers

everywhere. They are still here --


lying in their graves.


Er zijn veel vreemdenSo viele Fremde
overal. Hier liggen ze --überall. Hier liegen sie --

nog in hun graven.in ihren Gräbern.

Poem S2054
Amsterdam, 2023-12-16
Collection: Changing Times
 

Zywa Tribal wars [2]

Borders in our heads
where it becomes unsafe
and we are on our guard

against those who come in
with a mouth full
of questions and criticism

who keep a low profile
as good neighbours
with democratic rights

to undermine government
whereby they change colour
until they feel strong enough

to blow up differences
and to welcome others'
losses as gains

until there are no more borders
just gaps and stinking fistulas
with internal bleeding

Poem 5093
Amsterdam, 2023-03-07
Collection: BloodTrunk 
 

If the world is an

outside world, then you must be --


a prisoner, right?


Als de wereld eenWenn die Welt eine
buitenwereld is, ben je --Außenwelt ist, dann bist du --

een gevangene.ein Gefangener.

Poem S1256
Amsterdam, 2021-10-10
The prison courtyard (Vincent van Gogh) - 1890
Painting
Collection: PumicePieces
Tribute to: Van Gogh, Vincent 
 

Zywa Passport Love

I do hear you, but
there is a boundary
Why should I let you in
with your urgent desires?

First, show me
what you're worth and maybe
I'll give you a passport
And even then

first there is the waiting room
It is my life you know!
I won't be spun in
by the sticky silk

of your feelings
and it certainly wouldn't help you
to start nagging or tickling
You can't enforce love

Poem 1942
Amsterdam, 2018-11-29
Collection: More
 

Zywa Everywhere because nowhere

Lean, the hands rough skin
A hoarse greeting with holes
between my sand gnashing teeth:

a scary person
I am everywhere because nowhere
I'm allowed to be, give me shoes:
as long as I walk I live

Call me Job, I don't
believe God will save me
from the underworld
where it's warm in winter

till midnight

when the doors close. Whether I hope
to wake up from the cold
I don't know, maybe

I'll do what you do and push
it into the future
Then it doesn't exist

Poem 1130
Amsterdam, 2017-03-05
Collection: Moons
 

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