Dröm

...Och utan att veta något överhuvudtaget om min osynlige guide, måste jag lita på henne. Det enda jag såg var facklan hon lät sväva i luften framför mig och lillasyster när vi följde henne nerför trappan mot källarblocket. Så visste jag plötsligt att detta var ett misstag, ett missförstånd, och hon var inte alls den vi trott och jag hade ingen aning om vem detta var. Och så blåstes facklan ut. Hon skrattade tyst och jag tog min systers hand och vi gick raskt igenom gångarna. Väjde för dom mörka, för i dom stod det döda flickor. Huvudgångarna var stängda, blockerade med rep. Men det måste finnas en annan väg, det måste alltid finnas en. Vi sökte oss uppåt. Jag ville bara hitta pappa. Berätta att vi blivit lurade och att det står stirriga döda flickor i Lönkans nedersta korridorer. Vi sökte oss uppåt. Mot festen och kusinerna och förförerskan som varit så otrevlig tidigare men som kunde läsa tankar och yoga efter att hon druckit vodka. Syster kramade min hand och det var tryggt och så såg vi dom gula ljusen och middagsbordet och...

countdown

6.
Seaside, skyline
blue hour water,
rain,
sapphires electrical lightning

5.
Flowers,honey bumblebee
Sweetness in the air
like champagne and lemons
dry grass
butterflies
and the sun, red.

4.
Loveroses, rage to death, lingonberries
fruits
life, lipstick and limoncino
bugger!

3.
Sunset ice,
flowers again?
dressed nicely in ultraviolet oh so pretty
eye-shadow, cover illness
and smile


black.
 a geisha and the fur of our cat.


1.
Dogs! Big brown eyes,
chocolate-safe words
coffee, dirt, green nourishment

Kameler

Kameler stoppar aldrig Svansen mellan benen,
eller Huvudet
i sanden.
Kameler är Fantastiska!

Morning Argument with a Cup of Coffee

That's it! I've had it with you!
You always used to be so warm and sweet, wake me up and keep me happy and alert.
Now your just cold and bitter and boring!

...You're not even gonna answer me, right?

Late-Night Thoughts...

To be strange is not a choice.
Either you are strange, or then you are not.
Then you are something else
than Strange.

My father told me Strange people are pulled together
almost like by a mystical force
of nature.
That is not a choice either.
If you are pulled you are pulled and you can not pull yourself, only push
and that is not similar to pull.

If strange people try not to be strange they collapse and get crazy for real
and that makes them strange.
If not strange people try to be strange in order to get attention
it is just sad
and they get less interesting than ever
and that is sad
cause some of them are really lovely people.
But they are not strange.

It is a cruel appartheid it is.

The Revolusionist-A fairy tale

I woke up feeling quite romantic, so I decided to get married.
After breakfast I concequently strolled down to the church and asked the vicar to give me his blessing.
Well, dear child...the Vicar said. Who is it you wish to marry then?
-"No-one" I told him, "I have been asexual all my life".
I'm afraid I cannot give you my blessing if you don't have anyone to marry, the Vicar told me, looking rather confused. It takes two to marry and always will!
This ignorance upset me to tears.
You Monster, I cried. You narrow- minded conservative Tail from the Crypt! All my life I have had to fight for my rights, all my life I have had to struggle! Are we not people too? Don't we have feelings and should we not have the right to marry in church just because we are different?

And with these words I proudly marched out of the church. Unmarried and ready to start a new unnecessary revolution!

Akta dig!
Fåfängan sitter på din huva
bekvämt inbäddad i fodret och förklädd till en bomullstuss.

chrominance

non.
je ne compris plus!
soudain tous les couleurs sont les plus brilliantes,
et dans mon éstomac, un solei..comme radioactivité
les rayons chaud, mais froid, mais chaud..
et les couleaurs!
elles sont gris, mais elles sont presque comme néon.
non!
je ne rien compris!
il y a une fraction sans une résolution
je crois

Bedtime Story

Once upon a time I wanted to print out a book
I had been working on
For some time.
When I went to the Printing-Room
to Print my book
the Printer was not there
anymore.
It had been taken away
the same morning
Do to
Financial Difficulties
.
The End

charm

Blossom, Blossom Ultra Red
Happy Hiphop
Paper-Spread
Makeup, Murder, Fashion Crew
they love
Jesus
So, do You?
Going steady, Staying Cool
Ballerina's Beauty Tool
Blossom, Blossom, Magic Star
Why am I
this Plastic
War?
Hunny,Hunny
Bumblebee
is shooting bullets
into Me
Blossom, Blossom Ultra Red
Lovely, surely
when you're dead.

The girl with a sun instead of her face
can never wear makeup
for she would burn her fingertips
when trying to put on some lipstick
that would dry off anyway



 Poor girl
but
Such a blessing
she doesn't have to wear makeup
she has a sun instead of a face
so she's still a star!

21.33

wasting time on wasted money, spending money on ready-spent time
using useless things and streching the strechmarks
watering the watermarks
used and useless
money
timetravelling while wasted
streching whilst wet
marked and used and burned and buried money maker
oh, what a waste
on ready-made meals

21:20

I still think the most essential part of this show was when the floor beneath me cracked open and I fell helplessly down with the speed of light. Halfway through I remember myself relizing it wasn't that bad, falling. Not that bad at all. For sooner or later (I thought to myself) I'll reach a bottom of some kind, and the fall itself will be over. Or then I won't reach any bottom ever, and in that case this wouldn't be a fall at all, but a journey..Travelling by floating or flying. And if this hole is bottomless it might not be a hole at all, but a tunnel. And this tunnel will lead me somewhere 'cause that's what tunnels do. Somewhere safe or somewhere scary, somewhere new or somewhere known, but It won't lead me backwards 'cause then I won't follow. That was my last thought at that time, before blurryness consisting of questionmarks surrounded me, providing me shelter to change shape in peace.