Måned: juli 2018

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.
 

hammer on copper
can i ask not to be quoted on something i’ve said?
mantra with variations resounds from the screens.
 
alone at your post on the outskirts of yourself.
silence, what’s that?
we don’t understand ducks.
 
no station, no rest, great haste, bike race.
when the rain drowns out conversation.
no sign that anyone’s here.
 

decycling stops this and that.
the years leave a thin film of rime.
oh, these word-whores’ orders are rather vague.
 
let the mind wander and see if it boomerangs.
hallelujah.
oh, diktonius lopped love so as to grow.
 
oh, it must be okay to have a go.
there are no such things as independent souls.
the fog won’t stop screwing me up.
 

oh, it makes no sense, say the young, while the world shrinks.
oh, to sack the chef and the waiter and find a nice place!
only boring people have fun.
 
children sing in snow caves. niigata prefecture. honshu. japan. 1956.
dream falsely of life and die in confusion.
oh, to roll up one’s arms and get stuck in.oh, to roll up one’s arms and get stuck in.
 

well, shall we go out?
beg for help, beg for mercy, beg for the same again.beg for help, beg for mercy, beg for the same again.
running like sand, time, water through the fingers.
 
one can be moved to tears by one’s own thoughts.
make the nectar of the gods from liquid that won’t run.
are you?
 
no one saw him follow me.no one saw him follow me.

the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
when the rain drowns out conversation.
the magpie torments the cat for fun.
 
the well chuckles at a good story.
someplace a girl has a pillow over her head.
in the unicorn’s corner, polar bear, cod and giant panda.
 
no rumbling in the tummy and biding time.
in the wind, powerless in the face of words.

leave me be.
to be chased by wild boar on a souped-up moped.
one day to walk on the wind without crutches.
 
one day more, mum, one day more, dad.
is forgetting a longing to start afresh.
are you agin, then take your poem and go.
 
in the wind, powerless in the face of words.
in the desert under the roof of the country.
no station, no rest.
 

all you ever write about is dumb frogs.
drink a black eye.drink a black eye.
finally, moderately, truly without u.
 
pretty good is not good enough.
instagirls posing as the seven senses.
if only we became what we love.
 
you love four words. time to update.you love four words. time to update.
kisses bewingéd with hermés’s shoes.

make the image of a god from wood that won’t rot.make the image of a god from wood that won’t rot.
make the fear of god from mirrors and rope.
rilke thought dragons were princesses, not the other way roundrilke thought dragons were princesses, not the other way round
 
in this country people are too rich for change.
to reveal is to conceal, look around you.

running like sand, time, water through the fingers.
many people never know love.
the crane lifts the field after the rain like a crane.
 
the sun throws up the day.
once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.
life begins.
 
there are plums, boxed ears, dejection, the morning after as well.
listen to your bitterness, the roots.