Heel Bar

Find a job
or be Rilke

open up the large and spacious bar
of the sea, I'm only saying
(from a poem by)

we're just kind of lapwing children
kind of shooting stars gone down in flames
just kind of fumigated roses

the concertina is the way to go
(sailor stop your dreaming)

my soles squeak, my footfalls
are not quieter in Scarytownsville

the shoes I was given
wept before crocodiles

(We turn on our heels
pursued by the sprinklers in a multi-storey car park

when the shops shut, we'll give
the business community a run for its money)

I love it when you
get my goat & fully shall we diss
the present, we'll steal
the ture the fu too & lock them
in a zoo

we bidders of farewell in the Azores
we're just split balconies with falls
just these tearfully dried up cisterns

Suni, we fall through the night
like empty bottles down the lift shaft

Tom Schulz
translated by Nicholas Grindell