Dag: 10. september 2018

the wind sweeps through the walls.
one can learn to trust one’s gut instinct.
when wounds are scars are questions asked?
 
shouldn’t you do something sensible?
proudly lie down in protest.
rilke thought dragons were princesses, not the other way round
 
the ghosts live so close to us.
don’t fuck up my search history!
the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.
 

people change size just before they fall asleep.
is it all a mystery?
picturing people of the future is painful.
 
personally, you never suspected, far less thought likely, or even possible that this could happen to me.
day out, day wane.
inside an imaginary hedge.
 
are you true to your partner, your lack of ideals?
if only we became what we love.

you should chase the butterflies till you can’t find the way back.you should chase the butterflies till you can’t find the way back.
one can be moved to tears by one’s own thoughts.
the magpies hop through the veranda door, eat the candle wax, steal everything.
 
when wounds are scars are questions asked?
save the king, offer your horse!
temples in ruins / two sisters, the tomb / the flight to egypt.
 

the cranes stand among the stalks, stand on one leg.
oh, the worst borders on the best.
we don’t understand ducks.
 
emotion seeping through the skin of the face.
oh, the worst borders on the best.oh, the worst borders on the best.
recycling just happens.
 
when wounds are scars are questions asked?
the council’s job is to create potential.

the grass rhymes with the thrush from last year.
you love four words. time to update.
the bounds of futility’s grounds run down the hillside.
 
in this country people are too rich for change.
on the day the wind crutches the going.
no one saw him follow me.
 
and this, as other rooms, a promise like a door.
ooh.
temples in ruins / two sisters, the tomb / the flight to egypt.