En jävla apa

En jävla apa,
ska man behöva dras med den?

En apa på min rygg,
den liknar dig,
blir man av med en sån?

En korv med karaktär lämnades efter
Fick i uppdrag att gå på
U P P T Ä C K S F Ä R D
I alla tillgängliga rörsystem

Fingret nuddar spolknappen
Och sinnet tänker nöjt
"My work here is done..!"

I stood at the verge of success
I can now rest assured

Feeling the wind
Rest in the water
Ever so close to immortality
Even though I am alone.

When I could see the sun swell up behind the hillside
You were already in the kitchen making coffee
and I thought the only reason it shone today as well
was to reflect in your coffee cup

The panic in their eyes
The regret in your soul
The despair in my heart
What will become of us?
We have killed our God.

Every day you taught me of who I am.
Never will I become...the one you want.
During the day I live in dreams.

open window sucks in
fatigue

More or less, I thought myself
As independant in those
Remarkable days.
Konstantinopel, so far east.
Unsure if I'll ever
See the city for real.

And none of them understood
that today they existed
simply because we allowed them to

The book is your mind
And tonight
I am reading it

The summer rain,
tip tap tap tip tap tap,
the sound on my bedroom window,
as I lay in bed.

Wondering;
will everything be the same?
Tap tip tip tap,
or will yesterday be washed away?

Drown

Last time we went swimming
the sea stood up and hugged you
as though you were responsible
for keeping it blue
-Bianca Stewart

The hair floats
Into my mouth
Clogging my throat
My limbs are stiff
Incapable, my head is asleep.
I wake up.
The fog is still mocking me.

The evening is soft,
if the face of the sun would shine on me,
as it shone on you
- I would be a God.

"In that moment when
the crowd on the riverbank
sees the boat come in,
and every heart among them
beats with the same emotion."
-Shotetsu

OI

Chicken, bake it, shake it.
It won't do you any good
Because you need to
crank up the heat a little.

We don't know if the story is true,
it could be exaggerated,
especially in terms of the male.

Beginning.

The flying poem book have been started, from now on there will be poetical blog posts in this blag.