Dag: 2. august 2018

no asking leave.
walk home backwards.
once is never.
 
*lenin’s lying-in-state photographed*.
the best things in life lie not in the act.
with best wishes
 
proudly lie down in protest.
children brew snow. niigata prefecture. honshu. japan. 1956.
once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.
 
so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.

only boring people have fun.only boring people have fun.
hic a black eye
when the rain drowns out conversation.
 
need opens doors.
the simple and the best,
people have feet and mouths.
 
as if something were already possible.
with motivation and strength anything is possible.
the hand can be used as a cup.
 
when you came you knew nothing.

(diminishes the role of language without violence).
give you a word, an aid to thinking: grater.
you usually adorn yourself.
 
oh, the poem hisses inside me.
the gold fish joked from plastic bag to gravity.
give us your thoughts and we can create a better experience for you.
 
*designated for private consumption.*
only boring people have fun.

*this file represents the writer’s own interpretation*.
the thoughts unravel and fray at the edges.
stepping after her, shoes my shoes following in her footsteps.
 
the sun throws up the corners of the world.
the farmer is on the go all day.
look normal!
 
deep down in the lungs, gurgling.deep down in the lungs, gurgling.
look normal!

the red of swedish summer cottages is two hundred years old.
could your dad not get the message and go?
good time!
 
my palms start to sweat at the mere mention of the word lines.
children sing in snow caves. niigata prefecture. honshu. japan. 1956.
walk through changes like nights.
 
oh, there must be more?oh, there must be more?

when wounds are scars are questions asked?
silence, what’s that?
the wind sweeps through the walls.
 
leaned in to two.
when the rain drowns out conversation.
swell with savings before the night.
 
so shine and burn alone.
surviving this set-back is does not accord with my strengths.
in the end you’re suspended.in the end you’re suspended.
 

the ghosts live so close to us.the ghosts live so close to us.
the dental fence must be maintained.
look normal!
 
time is vertical and the sparrows.
ludicrously shows itself in time, grows.
forging fresh values in the impossible.
 
the myth of life on earth is a dream come true.
life is mostly waiting.
the sun bobs like old eye in membrane.