Måned: august 2018

can i ask not to be quoted on something i’ve said?
to reveal conceals the advantages.
to ask the dust:
 
the sub-contractors quietly set to work.
children sing in snow caves. niigata prefecture. honshu. japan. 1956.
read slowly and maybe you’ll fathom the mariana trench. a profound poem.
 
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.dear saturday, you’re my favourite.

oh, he who waits – is it you? – anticipates memories of soon.
in this country people are too rich for change.
<3 there’ll be trouble if someone comes.
 
oil and bags for the shredder.
oh, settle down flights of fancies.
oh, your own unique character is sacred.
 
embodied in babylonian debates.
oh, to roll up one’s arms and get stuck in.

people change size just before they fall asleep.
when the rain swamps conversation.
deep down in the lungs, gurgling.
 
landscape with temptations worthy of a saint.
a flying snake.
everything becomes impossible if you are to realize your doubt.
 
to be chased by wild boar on a souped-up moped.
once is never.
so much trouble so much text and so little singing.
 

make the nectar of the gods from liquid that won’t run.
the magpie torments the cat for fun.
lose one’s spark, be gobsmacked as a toad.
 
small communities are a start.small communities are a start.
look normal!
your hair looks so slick.
 
my indispensable prehistoric armour.
life is as wide as a football pitch, a killing field.

mantra with variations resounds from the screens.
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.
thought is sacred.
 
the big winners have been man’s companions.
the magpie torments the cat for fun.
as if something were already possible.
 
the magpie torments the cat for fun.
the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.
 

the farmer chews his lip on his way to supper.
man is infinitely smaller than himself.
the lie allows for a different view of the world.
 
the hand can be used as a cup.
wherever i look i’m surrounded by your embrace.
shouldn’t you be at work?
 
we don’t understand ducks.
the spider’s web glistens like the down on a branch in the sun.

muscular aches and pains are not the worst of pains.
a flying snake.
only stand and listen to humanity’s great unvoiced.
 
keen for more cool.
the ghosts are breathing our air.
think again!
 
thought is sacred.
with best wishes
when the rain turns to laughter.
 
the bounds of futility’s grounds run down the hillside.

oh, it makes no sense, say the young, while the world shrinks.oh, it makes no sense, say the young, while the world shrinks.
oh, he who waits anticipates memories of soon.
(try a bit harder for your own sake, no one else cares).
 
oh, my nose pricks at the mere mention of the word lines.
only boring people have fun.
ah, there might be more to it.
 

in the gloaming the trees lead the way, in the sighing, in the stillness.
a flying snake.
and so we need your help.
 
if there’s no such thing as good, why does it hurt so bad?if there’s no such thing as good, why does it hurt so bad?
in the desert under the roof of the country.
cheers, and here’s to you, my dear.
 
the ice melts over children’s hands.

oh, to play musical chairs around the grown-ups’ table.oh, to play musical chairs around the grown-ups’ table.
to infect sentences allergic to one another.
oh, this is the year people are discussing round the dinner table again, 2018?
 
oh, sorry, that’s the bell, gotta go.oh, sorry, that’s the bell, gotta go.
oh, he who waits – is it you? – anticipates memories of soon.