He Calls Me Yugoslavia

He calls me Yugoslavia,
Asks for my name each time.
He likes my blue hat
And I watch the chicken spin.
I’m away from his Galaxy
On my thoughtful spot
I’m roaming through pebbles
Searching for what I am not.
I’m staring at the wooden chairs
Wondering why they are wooden.
The horizon seems so far away.
I keep my pebbles in a plastic box.
I hear Read on

Look Your Best

Never ripen
Do you hear me
I just stand here
And you are intact
Never ripen
Do you know me
I just stand here
And take the impact
Can’t ripen when you know
It would be an incredible mess
Can’t ripen when you can’t bloom
So, stand there, look your best
– May 28th, 2016

The Kuiper belt

The Kuiper belt!
Frightening lights in complete darkness
A lot of them on the edge, so edgy
A lot of misguided little missiles
A lot of dangerous little rocks
But I’m not just any object
I am not just a Plutoid
I’m Pluto
I may not be too luminous
But the light just blinds
Who needs that much light?
Aren’t we all light?
Screw the atmosphere
There is Read on

Jail

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

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