I own nothing
no houses, no land
not even
a bank account.
I trust to the wind
inconstant shrill
I no longer get scared
I own no money
nada nulla nafing
what a shit life
I lead
like a werewolf
unaware
of things and vice
lackluster
I don’t drink or smoke
don’t make love much
don’t do anything much
I don’t hope
or believe in anything any more
I ride life
like a whore
and the bloody bitch
making fun of me gets bored
I ride and ride
but tomorrow I’ll get off
go to the bank
and open up
an account.
trans. by Brenda Porster