To another job another province even another country or another person is not what I want when I haven't neatly lost what I had to leave to be - different and then I move on to god-knows-where with god-knows-who in a godforsaken place because I have to be there the universe holds it in its... Lees verder →
Wu Wei Woman
She sat there with eyes deep and bright in dark make-up to be with her is to get her attention while she’s hunting herself I dropped my fingers, what was the point of writing as she sat here before me she told me about Wu Wei - without knowing what it was how she kept... Lees verder →
The empty one
an empty bottle tried to catch some water you could see through the glass that it was completely dry nothing within everything gone in another bar someone thirsty like hell didn’t took an effort to refill again the empty bottle fell down and broke its neck time for a new one said the stranger while... Lees verder →
Fast Food Song
I’m, I’m, stuck in a fast food world in a fast food war with fast food woman I'm a fast food man with easy romantics I'm, I'm a fast food junkie who writes fast food stories little meaningless poems of my mind whizzing around like little flies on spoiled food I am, I am a... Lees verder →
Your Crow
When your head is a mush of wet cement about to become concrete with steel pin shot between spines floating above a falling lump of kryptonite your eyes become too slow to close them, again you feel lost in a broken time. You crow your way into darkness 10 000 miles above Zen crashing at... Lees verder →
Flowers for my parents
Trapped in a small living room the rose wants to bloom, it grows, opens its shells, shows its thorns and asks very quietly, "touch me, there on the silk soft spots, not at the bottom where it will poke." While the growing stops and the living groom becomes the thought of a man craving more,... Lees verder →
Trainmusing
I muse through the window frame, torturing myself by thinking about what I don't know, that I don't know, where to go, that I don't know why I exist. I muse on a way forwards, and despair sits next to me.
Fastfood romantics 