Gerald Jatzek is a poet and musician from Vienna, Austria, who writes in German and English. He published books for children and adults, short stories, plays for radio and essays. 2001 he got the Austrian State Prize for Children’s Poetry. His books have been translated into Korean and Turkish, his poems have appeared in anthologies and literature  papers in Germany, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Italy, Slovakia, the Czech Republic, Croatia, the Netherlands and the UK. He runs a facebook page on poetry in several languages at https://www.facebook.com/jatzekpoesie/

Bars

They came together
east of singing,
 
drowning their instruments
in murmurs and smoke.
 
One was called the madman.
One was called the fish.
 
The dancer's movements
betrayed the time
 
he had to serve
in the warden's eyes.

Free Cell

Cast iron rain
bows with arrows
in every direction
:
One way street
legal advice
from rosicrucians
:
The never too late
nite shows cast
iron rain bars.

Coffee Shop 17

Its rocks walk in and out.
It’s glass that shatters while they talk
 
bourbon sermons,
hooker's blues,
 
stonehenge kind of skirts and suits
gathered in full circles.
 
It's moss they gather when they glance.