Dag: 25. juli 2018

a bed running rampant.
a ticking mouth, wandering.
and like that, you know?
 
geese actually sound like rubber ducks.
longing comes carrying a shovel for its burial.
time is horizontal money.
 
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.
one is a refugee for two years.
the magpies hop through the veranda door, eat the candle wax, steal everything.the magpies hop through the veranda door, eat the candle wax, steal everything.
 

surviving this set-back is does not accord with my strengths.
and this, as other rooms, a promise like a door.
surviving this set-back is does not accord with my strengths.
 
one can learn to trust one’s gut instinct.
oh these words mean something else, see what happens.
oblivion as immunology.
 
to ask the dust:
the hand can be used as a cup.

sorry for making promises i could not keep.
the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
oh, the above is both prayer and command.
 
whether one must be poor to be rich.
freed from fixed schedules and dependent.
don’t take the first option for best.
 
in the pre-baroque era no tempo markings were given in a score.
first there’s zeal, then suddenly none.

oh, do not go gentle into that good night in flight.
dear saturday, turned out as i hoped.
picturing people of the future is painful.
 
oh, these words are not useless, they ought to be used.
so much trouble, and so text, and so singing.
there are plums, boxed ears, dejection, the morning after as well.
 
the grass rhymes with the thrush from last year.

guilty, indebted, rentier, srsly.
wherever i look i’m surrounded by your embrace.
life is as wide as a football pitch, a killing field.
 
instead of the hole in the eye.
no station, no rest, great haste, bike race.
open up the window, help yourself to bodies.
 
instagirls posing as the seven senses.
a woolly hat leaves the hair slick and flat.

a rampant idiocy wreaks havoc.
freed from fixed schedules and dependent.freed from fixed schedules and dependent.
we might get a kick out of your idea and adopt it
 
oh, to roll up one’s arms and get stuck in.
halting as monday morning.
the garden is a chapter.
 
the garden is a chapter.
the garden is a chapter.
oh, the personal pronoun can be yours.
 

in this scornful, ironic light the day precedes the night.
swimming is your seventh favourite thing.swimming is your seventh favourite thing.
step in the manure of massive combinations.
 
the veracity of a verse is marginal.
are you agin, then take your poem and go.are you agin, then take your poem and go.
endangered species are animals of production.