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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.