I take small bites, with speed all around the circumference,
What do I find beneath the skin and flesh?
Hope, victory, riches, escape?
Only the seeds of a disillusioned generation.
(translation)
Andrej’s existentialist apple poem:
when nothing’s inside your head (and you have no clue what to say)
Unsure if the darkened cafe is actually open,
You sweep inside and straight past the hosts,
Despite their earnest efforts to engage.
Princess Karoline calls you ‘dapper’ –
Referring to your outfit Read more
and rightly so
This time around,
when an alert
notified
of an upcoming birthday
displayed across a calendar,
I felt no gratitude
for the reminder.
No,
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down the years
you wear those pads
secured with elastic
under your feet
to preserve your beautiful arches
disbelief reverberates through the words
within your question Read more
personal-best for briefest date
may I start by saying
it’s love me love my horse
you said before you left
I asked where is your horse
do I get to meet the creature
it would help enormously
with reaching such a big decision
…and goodbye
side by side
we drank tea together
in the afternoon
Mia and I
in the cafe where she works Read more
quiet please!
wherever noise attacks peace
shhh!-man arrives
late at night and during most weekends
crouched still and quiet
shhh!-man listens patiently Read more
make up break up
how many times in how many years?
were we mad?
each time
the motive tabled to ourselves
evolved but came not to be understood
not by me, not by you
not by anyone Read more
the introduction of rules
how did we get them
we had no rules at the beginning
we were on fire, back then
six months on they swept through
ever so effectively
killing bright lights we’d lit Read more
always drama
drama, always drama
you said of me
and illness too
always ill from something
in kilter with
a shortening of your tolerance Read more
