He bathes in the river every day

Chopped a hole in the ice for his baths

Walks around back bowed

His figure detaching itself

Rough and striking

In a skimpy wet skirt

Sores on his legs

He likes talking to strange boys

Not entirely unbloody

He pulls skin from some place

A deed pleasing to God

The stairs are in darkness and the front door is locked

Unbroken for hours

A bluish violet light penetrating

The middle of the ceiling

I see contorted faces

A wooden angel, not living

Invites me to heaven

Some sick animal calls goodnight to me

Through the wall

Behind the landlady’s dead husband

My heart falls out of my mouth

Into my hands

Wet and enlarged

I should lay back again and die

I will become another person

Tighten the cords

I led my friend into the woods

An unfortunate man

Violent and disturbed

Sweaty clothes

Full of fleas

The stench and heat-

A beautiful magic circle

I am careful not to jump

Prepared for death at any moment

My opinion on God is

He is without bones

A sense of shame

Worse than all my illnesses

A small wire rod through the cheek

A vertical moving pain

I sleep alongside myself

Restless and vicious

Mechanical pauses

Under a thin skin

Immediate sorrow

Had it all in my mouth

Raw meat, cut out of me

A wet cloth on my heart

My voice hollow as punishment

Vomiting, suffocation

A doglike muzzle

Eternal flashing

On the road in the snow

A mountain

A grave

Is scratched into me

I climb through

The window to escape

Gods of suffocation

In a small room

I am hitting myself

Driven by unrest

The unbearable narrowness

A noise

Lying on the ground

Arms stretched out,

Unborn

I am calm while dying

Arrows fit in

The wounds they have made

Draining goose blood

My life unprovable

Keeping still in a shaft

Precisely the width of my body

Nothing will ever satisfy me

The soil is frozen solid

There is pressure inside my skin

As if another person were within me

Perhaps I am lost

Lost in the night, in the mountains

Pale, numb

Chest heaving gigantically

Where am I to find salvation?

Come in, everything that is outside

Shatter me completely

Into the machine, torn to pieces

A man with no eyes, eyes look like holes

I frighten myself

I can find no other solution but

To rot and collapse

Something unpleasant has happened to me

I have probably caused a disaster

An unbearableness

When will I rid of this habit?

A clear moon over a large field

A bluish gleam

A distinct light

Into my eyes, against my will

I am probably sick

Swollen

Reddish flesh on heavy bones

An airy darkness between

Swallowed up

With a force close to madness

A horrible synthetic life

Hollows and projections

A tearing open of the floor

A ball of wool in the middle of my body

Mounted within me

All my past sufferings

Afraid to touch her

The spell she casts

Her mouth is open

Jagged teeth

Horses pull the carriage in a curve

My many graves

Pass beyond them and never again

A grain of dust from my corpse

Old human sorrows

A shadow stretching over it

Furrowed like a ditch

There is a great crushing around me

The final state of my face

Bloated and greenish

Brain exposed to light

She says,

“If you kill an ox then you must return two”

Her song of lamentation

My dried up body

Are the woods still there?

Everything flies away

An apparition,

A few panes of glass between us

I am wicked, evil

Tied to despair

Let myself be torn to pieces

Arranged immovably

How many days have gone by silent?

My ears are humming

Tired dogs lie around inside me

Overtaken by dust and wind

I’m sleeping in the gutter

Drinking rain water

In oder to freeze to death

To be a stain on the roof

It turned blue outside the window

Now I must ride a horse

Through walls and furniture

A convulsive grip

Bloody and ragged

Think of nothing but pain

Hell just under the floor

I feel old powers

The boys tremble half drunk

Sleep on thinly spread straw

Sleep like lords

Congested with blood

Revived,

I lay beside the pit

Why does all this happen to me?

Repeatedly ripped open

Warding off the overgrowth

Observing myself

I begin to run around on all fours

Something protrudes from my forehead

Now I am grinning

Like some old man

Held erect

Like a human being

My silvery shining belly

Rib meat

Swallowing all my teeth

Thoughtlessly,

Like a machine

Suffering without pain

A terrified audience

Repeating death prayers:

“The cutting,

The kneading!”

Dug a fish knife

Into hollow space

Close to the skull

My body drying up

The coffin, exactly right for me

A dog come lay on my body

Unmoved and heavy

I am unrecognizable

A dark blue barn

A beautiful place

A miserable hole

What horrible hands he has

A certain disgust for me

I am damned

He pinches my neck

If one hears no command,

As many times as one can stand it

Who will save me?

My face to the wall

Flies hover around my open mouth

Self-humiliation,

Indefinite pressure

Content that I can breathe

I won’t do it,

I am cold,

I am cured

I am not a wild animal

Unskinned

Your hammer to crush me

Will you stay here

For a long time?

Step into the house,

Climb the stairs

The window could

Be left open

But I cannot keep you

You’d last all my life

A bound-up mass

I wish myself off the earth

Make my escape overnight

Nothing forces me

“I am out of the habit

Of looking at you”

Stretched from my mouth

An evil omen

Punish me

Be satisfied with me

I am still trembling

Dissolving and losing