not just words, but almost

details

2009-03-18T00:38:00.004+01:00

Last night I made a man
out of pillows and forgotten
fragments of clothes
we’d pushed around on the floor.
I held my pillow-man’s hand
and made sure he wasn’t too cold.
Come here, open,
I’m on the ground floor,
and that was always your
biggest complaint.

This morning I tried to shower,
but would turn off the water and run
like a soapy dog, complete with
loyal tail wagging, to the door
thinking you’d come knocking.
You hadn’t.

Tomorrow will taste like
the food of a week ago
and I’ll wear sunglasses,
which, if you know me,
(and you do)
will seem out of context.

I know there are supposed to be
thunderstorms, perfect
radio love songs, movies which was not satisfying
and wondering when we’ll meet
again.

here

2009-02-21T20:39:00.002+01:00

somewhere between coma and tears.

between sheets of happiness

bed

2009-02-05T00:39:00.009+01:00

photo Marcus Lindberg

A man tries to straighten the wrinkled
sheet of road
Gives up, sits down,
pans the street for change

The apartment building thrusts, phallic,
making love to an empty sky
A burst
of pigeons coo shut up shut up

A boy tries to fall asleep.
His nightlight
is a myth that burns out once a day

The girl walks off her roof

Singing songs about silence

hometown glory

2009-02-02T01:45:00.000+01:00

I’ve been walking in the same way as I did
Missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
“Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?”
“No and thank you, please Madam. I ain’t lost, just wandering”

Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I’ve met
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world

I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque
I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades
I like it in the city when two worlds collide
You get the people and the government
Everybody taking different sides

Shows that we ain’t gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united
Shows that we ain’t gonna take it
Shows that we ain’t gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united

Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I’ve met

find, me

2009-01-20T01:09:00.003+01:00

There are times when
I am
acutely aware of my left eye or the reflection
of grief in my puddle of saltstaind water.

And often, for a moment
I will
watch the mirror
and we trade silly faces
at times tears.

And when such wonders and faces
cease, consider me
in despair.
One step from beginning or the end if
life allows
I can see once again.

close

2009-01-19T22:48:00.007+01:00

photo Jessica Segerberg

Looking, so that I can watch out.

afterwords

2009-01-19T22:03:00.003+01:00

The best words occur between ten o'clock and two.

So, this is my
bathroom floor confessional

My written war of a starving soul
bloated by the fruits of idioangelic praise.

I prefer the term "revolutionary"
to "hypocrite," please.

Haikus are written in five-seven-five
Don't you dare try to tell me
Otherwise I'll beat you with my bible
and shout obscure passages to reinforce
the bible's identity
Or atleast that's what some of us are trying to do

Why are sex and death
so closely linked?
Because they both provide a climax.

Au revoir, mon amour
Let us have a cigarette.
I'm sad to tell that I won't smoke with you

I would like to be completely honest with you
Saying that I really, really really
wanted to write you something dramatic
But I could not think of anything else
except the global warming.

You're like a slant rhyme.
You work so nicely in theory,
but you end up so flawed

I'm so sorry.
I'm broken, I have to be.

It's two now.
Or as close it can be.
Thank you.
Good night.

woosh

2009-01-14T18:23:00.002+01:00

That is how the wind sounds when it's happy
Woosh

I'm a very happy wind
Though I can also have bad weather
But after rain comes sunshine
I like when the wind blows
That's when they know that I exist

Woosh.

keep in mind

2008-12-19T01:50:00.002+01:00

The world stands still only if you do.
Tear apart the rewind button from yourself, press play.
Keep it going.

Remember the past, nothing more, nothing less.
It's done.
Done.

Forgive and forget, right?

speak

2008-12-17T20:00:00.009+01:00

photo Robin Thunholm

I would like to say I'm sorry, but all I can think of is thank you.

echoes

2008-12-17T13:16:00.006+01:00

photo Victor Soldéus

No wonder that your mood changes, like the other side of the coin.
Wish for luck as you flip again.

fitter, happier

2008-12-17T09:13:00.003+01:00

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries ,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.

love

2008-12-17T07:46:00.003+01:00

I like when you are around.
Please stay for a while.

back in the days

2008-12-17T07:30:00.003+01:00

When memories becomes much more then just the past.

easy now

2008-12-17T07:19:00.003+01:00

With no words, the silence tries to ask me, are you there?
A question that's already been answered, going through.
Never been a liar before, I asked myself.
My head goes round but my thoughts stays the same.

Don't laugh, they are watching you.
Easy for you to say how life is meant to be played.
Don't think by yourself, jump after them.
Wondering.
Where did my better half go?

I'll give bread to those who appreciate it.
They don't care if there is a hand that feeds.
I will always have much more to give.
I'm glad to watch.

snow white, come back

2008-12-13T18:05:00.005+01:00

Snow is less heavy then feelings.

negative

2008-12-13T18:01:00.002+01:00

hang the dead

2008-12-13T17:17:00.003+01:00

O’ brothers, who obeys and survives
Don’t judge us to hard
God has mercy and sies
6 we hang, punished to far
Flesh of our brothers has rutten away
Don’t laugh at life as it say
Beg for mercy
Hang The Dead

Don’t tread on this prayer
Our reason at last got it’s fear
Don’t fight the appeal against despair
Beg the maidens son for defence
We´ll hang as he did on the cross

Sun has burnt our souls
Rain has made us cry
Blackened we are of the blood bowls
Raven’s eaten our flesh and bones
We are swinging as the wind cries
The least flesh begs for mercy
As we hang the dead

start

2008-12-13T16:39:00.007+01:00

When thoughts becomes
inc on a paper.

When anxiety and happiness
merge in a harmonious
symbiosis.

This is not where it begins,
this is the continuation.

/d.