It Had To Be A Woman

No, it had to be a woman

to make me notice

something, 

anything at all, 

her.

Then, everything around was filled

with her perfume, her presence,

and the whole space leaned forward.

A natural event that makes the world

go round.

I’m just beating a dead obviousness again,

like every comedian,

poet,

fool that ever was.

Some are better at it than others, but I affirm

none of us can help ourselves, like madmen

shouting loudly in the streets…

“as we sing in our chains like the sea.”

Apocrypha 

Silly Me Prophesy

I’m getting lots of hits on my blog today

from Austria and Germany.

My name is Tischer.

Maybe they’ll put me on a bumper sticker.

Sense Of Taste

German Eiswein is what I imagine nectar tastes like.

The taste of a pipe full of shit

exploding in my face: I’ll never forget that taste.

Made you taste! Made you taste!

Phantom taste! Phantom taste!

Tip Of The Day

Relax because everything is not going anywhere.

Tip Of The Day #2

Penis (just the tip).

John Tischer 75 years old.