PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ABSENTEE
The latest news has finally reached me too
I can hear you jump to my first place &
I am answered, while already embraced by your
name on my lips, by your jingle
in the jungle of the almost crippling urge
I saved for days for the Saturday night
flirt with your black lacquered beauty the same as old cake the week
breaks because who have I been before your intro heals
to not need to helplessly hang around
the corridor of torture now enflamed my manhood
rages through my as yet wholly
unborn member on my march from the camp
to the altar of your knell in front of which
I wordlessly assemble &
once there don’t let me only learn
the rank & stature but above all
how the soil-pipe smell in the oil around the cream
across the voice with which you run me through &
a thousand thanks to you for this, stone-deaf, entirely
averted from me right into the balls of my ears
rolled up idol