Elisabeth’s bust in the park
I don’t want to be here.
The night falls way too early
I don’t want to be here.
The pool filter will suck me in
I don’t want to be here.
I don’t want to be here
I see nothing different
From every day, every moment
I don’t want to be here
Nothing you give me will cure me.
Nothing you Read on

Taller Than My Tree

Something in your eyes,
Something in my shame.
Something in the way
You never said my name.
Do you think I would be
Taller than my tree?
Do you think this is
All there is to me?
I know my shadow.
I am my shadow.
I am a shadow.
I am a tree.
I know what my tag says.
I want to hear it from you.
I am a Read on

Blind Spot

This is how you think I see you,
So, have it, the way you want it,
The way you claim you don’t.
You’re a thorn in my eye
Why don’t you leave?
You’re pretending to have changed
But a mutt will always be just that – a mutt,
A stray waving its empty dish in my face,
A backwards-runner losing the race.
Nobody wants Read on

The Parcel

Marija has been sick for more than a month, presumably because her boyfriend had left her for a woman in Finland. However, her roommate and best friend Tanja has a different theory on what happened, involving a hipster writer named Isolde Dawson.

Wandering, Wrecked Heart

The only thing I never had
The only thing I wanted to be rid of
Your wandering, wrecked heart
A dark friendship
Of a large number of sevens
Never had a place to hide
Other than yourself
– September 08th and November 15th 2015; February 26th 2016


László dwells in the basement
Of the second house from the corner
Of the transit street.
László feels at home.
László paints me pretty flowers
And sings Gypsy songs at the tavern
Never missing a beat.
László feels at home.
Back in the flat-out-blind,
They ask him why here
And I wonder if he paints
The other ten months of the year.
Back in the robbed-out-of-mind,
They ask Read on

This Feeling is a Wall

An interlude, not related to the current series, where a wall would probably stand for…drumroll, please…A WALL.

Yesterday, When I Ruled the World

“That was yesterday,
When I ruled the world
That was yesterday,
When I wore the latest fashions
That was yesterday,
When I looked the other way,
That was yesterday,
Before my big death,
Before my small deaths.
Not my fault, that I never shut up
Not my fault, that I never learned
Not my fault, the way they made me
Not my fault, the way that I Read on

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