lights out
in the distance an
other small white
mouse steps lightly on
your ear whispering
let me (re)clount the
ways
by fire or water. by
hanging or axe. by
knife or lead in the
shape of a bullet or
in your plumbing. by
strangulation or
fear. by freezing or
boiling your guts or
rotting your plot. by
hunger or plague or
stealing your reasons
to breathe
the little white
mouse then treads
gently across your
face unto your other
ear & whispers let
me tell you when
måndag 22 oktober 2007
torsdag 11 oktober 2007
f.o.d (fuck of death)
was i to
write this
poem it would
probably be too
much death
metal for any
one not to
growl it
write this
poem it would
probably be too
much death
metal for any
one not to
growl it
måndag 8 oktober 2007
parasites
what if she
told you they
come in colours
& many different
shapes? a city
gone to ground or
settling in beneath
the waves. biting
both birch & dust. the
proverbial one no
less. & nessie re
mains where
ever she was a
few minutes a
go
told you they
come in colours
& many different
shapes? a city
gone to ground or
settling in beneath
the waves. biting
both birch & dust. the
proverbial one no
less. & nessie re
mains where
ever she was a
few minutes a
go
the curse
was inflicted on
her purse. & to
make things
worse it started
rhyming. no
more. or to even the
score. the oar soared
off from the open
sores opened out
between the
ores. that wild
boar whispering bore
me bend me drug
me rape me. be
fore the war. & after
the fire ceased. julius
stood swiftly up
her purse. & to
make things
worse it started
rhyming. no
more. or to even the
score. the oar soared
off from the open
sores opened out
between the
ores. that wild
boar whispering bore
me bend me drug
me rape me. be
fore the war. & after
the fire ceased. julius
stood swiftly up
söndag 26 augusti 2007
strappado
much ado about
a strapped up young
lad. just cut him
down & make a
run for it. leave
the uniforms to
work out the de
tails. de
railing their train
of thought. at an
excessive pace. lazily
flipping through the
channels. a canal
dug through your
kitchen. going
where?
a strapped up young
lad. just cut him
down & make a
run for it. leave
the uniforms to
work out the de
tails. de
railing their train
of thought. at an
excessive pace. lazily
flipping through the
channels. a canal
dug through your
kitchen. going
where?
måndag 20 augusti 2007
maim to please
who? you? i
dearly hope
not. un
less you maim
me to please
who? do you
know such
people? do
you want
to know such
people? &
do i want
to know you
know such
people?
dearly hope
not. un
less you maim
me to please
who? do you
know such
people? do
you want
to know such
people? &
do i want
to know you
know such
people?
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