Sunday, January 2, 2011

Abstract emotional tangle


For trips we took together,
for trips I took alone
for days you walked not lonely, but searching for your clone
And on days I wished these days were gone.
And then one day they went.
Parrots were singing, a little out of place
it was in Miami, the dent.

And though our walks here are ephemeral, bone-less, muscle-contradictory
Feet are moving, paws are still soft,
and new things come quite quickly
as you ramble towards them, rambling in Latin
"THE LATIN NAME FOR THIS ABSTRACT EMOTIONAL TANGLE, I NEED IT!"
You are asking, desperately so, for vocabulary,
but all around are farm animals and pudding pets,
and you wonder what occurred while you snoozed.

Until a moment comes, when your Dalmatian cows bake cake for you,
a cake of spring and summer.
You find out there was no such word for your academic troubles
you felt nude and scratched by the chicken enemies.
The oldest cow split the cake in two and said:
"If you wish upon Tahitian vanilla tonight, no spoon for you. Consume wisely, this season will come in threes. Select spring or summer, receive summer or winter. Choose right, or choose not at all. But if you choose not to choose, forget about choice.
Ramble longer and rambler farther. Don't have cake that will bite your veins off."

You glance. At word, at cake, at cow.
At your reflection on a sour sick building
You are not well, you need to stare for longer
Stare until your old mentality consumes
like crystallized summer.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Add flour to the mix and it won't rise the way you remembered

You forgot the yeast again. We were baking without ingredients.
You caught movies on every eyelash, and then you forgot you had eyelashes and washed your face with force.

Your forced face became furious
And we yelled until a fierce cat appeared in the moon outside our glass walls.
He said "Forget about that lunar eclipse, my dearest, my young, for-"
"-et pourquoi, wise cat?" I interrupted him foolishly. But only a fool waits for his turn in this town.
"Why, because the moon is eternal. At least that's what I believe. I believe in creatures and creations, cobras and crucibles."
"I disagree. I disagree so much that I will have to decline your presence." The male child beside me had spoken.

The clumsy cat tripped on a sneaker.
He had never heard such a remark.
Or, now he had, and his chemical reaction was worse mentally than physically.
I saw his veins shake with the excess of quicksilver.
He twisted his face around.
He poked himself with his tail.
And he brushed his indigo fur.
"You know, the moon is not my origin. I am of other arts and crafts."
The feline placed the rejected sneaker on the doormat of our house.
It had moved now from the kitchen, to the balcony, to the table.
The table stood now, unsteadily holding a doormat and a sneaker. The rejects of the day.
The feline scratched at an egg on the ground. He shrugged, and muttered, that eggs were forbidden at this time of year. He mentioned they were rubber-like and uncomfortable.

And then he said: "Moons are for humans. Humans are for cats. And I will consume you all and all the rubber in your souls, your sneakers, and carpets. Don't watch the lunar eclipse. It is a hoax. Popsicle sticks and pom poms, your children will have plenty to ignite."

"Whatever will they ignite, wise cat?"

"Only the frozen. The rest will die with the winter. Ignite yourselves now. I'll be boiling rubber on the reflection in the bay.
See that canoe-shaped mirror of light? It's gone, yes? Watch it disappear, watch your tricks get played on YOU. Forget me not at all. Forget me at times. Remember what you will.
Throw away those sneakers. "

His abominable snowcrime

The snow fell where we couldn't feel it,
where we couldn't see it.

Apparently, what means nothing
meant something
and what meant everything
now means nothing
but everything for somebody else.
Else, new,
new, replacement.
Now, for somebody else,
for the replacing
Then, for someone
of supposed nothingness.
But we all knew the lies came to your mouth
like human moths buying flashlights.

For the levels in between degrees

All the heart symbols on my legs
they prove to you
just how golden our furniture will be
in a land beyond climate and degrees.
Degrees of shivering, degrees of anger.

"But what about catching metal nails in glass jars?"
You should stop doing that in my face.
Immediately too, perhaps.
If not perhaps, then surely.
My glitter is black, and green when it needs to be.
Watch it shimmer inevitably.

Sunday, December 19, 2010


A bucket full of glittery options

Look, there's glitter on the other side of the fence

Oops, there's glitter in your tea

Monday, December 13, 2010

Guess the game

It shouldn't have mattered, the insects were buzzing, the tropical ones
Time had passed quicker than your strategic thinking,
you lost to a preferred kingdom, chosen by those quicker than you.
But if you were a rocket, sure you would soar quick too.

I wait for wind to inflate the spheres on my skin,
goosebumps on an anti-goose
All the geese flew away last night, did you miss it?
He nodded, he had definitely missed the event.
Perhaps at another venue, he added.
I drank a sip from the tall glass.
I tasted the taste.
And I wished I had taken another path.
But only in hindsight, not in a foreshadow.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Monday, December 6, 2010

Popsicle sabers





We waited for neon, and neon is what we got.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

Swallow your pride

Then they took their shoes off after twenty hours of wearing them.
Toes were translucent and the footprints blue.
It was dark in the bathroom.
One went left, one went right.
And everything got worse with the night.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Punctuate the jaw, make them substantial, make them clench, tête-à-tête


We used up each others' conversations.
We borrowed much from faded books, library books without the labels.
You stole some conversation, some dialogue, a few speeches and remarks,
your theft from films, mine from stop-motion.
We came across a bridge and we crossed it.
The bridge on the other side was nicer, better texturized.
It was faded green, like my eyes became after fourteen months.
They became a little green,
maybe it was the envy, maybe it was the Hulk.
Perhaps it was my consumption of jellybeans, perhaps it was the jello we never made.
You said water wasn't easy to boil, I had a thought and left it in storage.
I twittered, snickered, stitched up and calculated someone else's face.
And then we started over, waking up in poking feathers and materials that never cease to be,
misunderstood.

Hands on feet



The sky will be blue
if you want them two

If you want three,
steal one from me,

If only one,
we're supposed to be done.


I wanted to sit for hours in the Sun.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Half red half blue





What was the worst part?
This or that?
You or me?
Me or him?
Me.
The very worst.
The mess inside.
The veins they hurt.

The secrets burst inside him and he told it all in a second.
All the stars burst, huge stars, microscopic star rocks
Maybe he knew, maybe I know.
Maybe wrong is right
and right's not wrong.

Maybe right is wrong
and wrong's not right
wrong is always wrong
and wrong is just a word.
Just placed in the dictionary
in its very own hexagonal box.
There are six sides to everything.

I take no sides, I only make wars.

Att ibland ligger svaren i fargerna




I have now woken up several times.
The night is not black anymore, and never dangerous.
Now it just calls for me and looks for new ways to trick me.
It will not be difficult at all to manage.
I have added my own trap in the woods. On the ground, and where no one goes.
I will never take the easy way out into the forest.
He says that my shortcuts are nonsense,
They are the strongest I have! I scream inside.
Hours days after I asked for permission and let myself be purchased by a lawnmower.
It smells good and the grass seems greener.
But the tags have been cut, and somebody has died.
Someone has been hurt far too long.
The mower has been delayed in any possible form.
Flour has set itself in everyone's skin,
No life for a while and they grow out without anyone knowing.
Without anyone watching.
Sitting or standing, nobody is watching.

Where did the stain on her dress come from?

It takes five minutes.

The answer is equally insignificant for her as it is for me.
All has died.
I do not know what anybody's things have gone.
Everything is out of place in this world.
Everything can be moved off to the next planet.
dying and the right to doing it.
No one knows what it chose.
I have all the answers.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Sanitation of sanities

The domesticated canine is in disguise,
disguise comes in three flavors now.
The vanilla belly stands out and reminds the rest of the crowd that
the silent killer of today left his weapon at home.

He and she, they are of different kinds. They sleep together apart, they never share a powdered sugar tart.
But tart it is, bitter the taste, tasting the trial, the trial of taste.
Selective taste gave me you, picky taste gave me pickles
This selection was successful, but with success comes the tart costume party to tug at your right wing.

I need a large coffee, the wind on the balcony was only almost enough,
to enjoy stillness for a miniature second.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

I want to throw chalk on you

Text is meant to be read.
In your head.

Gold alien

I neveralways chose for myself,
we alwaysnever decided for each other
It made me want to write in ink,
of colorful eggs and particular atoms
in colors that only I've seen

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Italien


För att när någon pratar Italienska
så låter det som att lyckan studsar upp och ner i en metallask med små italienska lakritskarameller.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Rock candy on the beach






Palm trees are better when they have something attached
I only like palm trees when you are
climbing them
attached to them
In dreams shortly, disrupted by fighting blankets
in minds hastily, interrupted by flying failure
palm trees down roads
streets
boulevards maybe

Maybe we'll live close to summer for many months in excess
maybe the palm trees will never hurt me

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Munches on

It is not funny.





I am laughing.
I know you might mistake it for joy,
that all of my tart tummy is strawberrily carbonated,
and everything is on my side.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Monday, September 13, 2010

"Vitamins"


Pumpkin the orange cat ball is next to me
the fan is panning my eyes red white striped like the sheets
I love it
your hair shines blue
the deep circles are disappearing
we eat caramel and live in
candy land,
our version I am going to illustrate.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Bubble gum went out to dine

Many tin cans of peppermint-free natural puzzling minds



There were several stages
One painful, one nauseating, one tricky, two transforming, one soft, one quiet. Silent and safe.
They were all different scoops of gelato in one mystery cone.

We were waiting for each other. We considered the possibility of you waking up in the middle of the night in 1990.

I want to dream tonight, but you fell asleep before me.
And so I must wait for these tempting thoughts to condensate the window glass,
splitting the view for morning to materialize earlier,
to have a lit up sunup, where winds cover suns that still glare because
nature wants to be pretty on those days.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

More to want (and to feed seeds in need)


Frosty edamame and
everybody's hands are perforating the air conditioning, and what is supposed to offer our lungs less stifling time.
We are destructive in our minds and constructive in our dreams.
The water before us is separating with the commands of the wind.
There are no major powers in our responsibilities. We have decided to watch the lights turn from white to rainbow.

One says he found an answer and
one says he let his go
by accident or for wanting scars.
Scars that I don't physically supervise.

There's another one present, and he cares for green glass.
I for glitter.

Here comes decor for the rest of your remaining mindful times.
And more dusty electronics for you to obtain.
The music said we had minds, that fly, that strain, of somebody else,
minds that are critical in every moment.

The dust is for you to dream about when I am negatively charging.
Going minus in degrees of both Fahrenheit and Celsius,
supporting the metric system,
and showing conversions from time, to space, to longitude.

But we agreed to disagree and disagreed to agree,
worried a little more,
worried a little less, and
fell asleep to wake up to a view
that turned out to have the most sacred of silences known to these thousands of feathers
under which I am forever covered at night.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Tellers and showers



Heavy donations of anxiety from this
computer of mine
I think I'll tuck you in, all the sheets surrounding you and your
pale, pale, pale steel color
which will later be reunited with ghosts.


Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Flavorful recordings


Get wet, but not Willy
Get Willy, but not Wonka
Get Wonka, but not candy..
Have whatever you want, like and love and make sure
to mix
saltines
in the new blender
and spread the Pez all over your pizza pie

Monday, September 6, 2010

Graphics for natives

Start the night by drooling and you will wake up
confused
and in a molecular haze of berries
(growing on trees)
and not bushes.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Belief in terror or belief in tea







Two faces or one,
eight hands made of bricks or stone or graphite,
three ears of clay and/or
fifteen colorless instances per day and
rejecting neglecting not accepting conflict plus action
Whatever number digit imprinted on you,
and then you on him..
I can only live with you and in current motion.

We must not speak of angles and degrees, for you say your math skills falter,
but mine still remain.
protractor of a shade closer to banana
than cellophane glycerin or any other fake opaque mystery lotion.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

For us I would

Take roller coasters of light and then relieve/receive an eloquent explanation.

A cacophony of blended beverages of air


I want to learn how to deserve you

I already forgot that I had learned how to sing for the king.

The workspace is swinging, I will be ringing,
you in a second.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Reject your lace improve your face


You know me now, I documented frills and framed them in the mirror.
Time cooperates, though you want it to take you out for a blended destroyed coffee.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Basic branding


At the edge of nightmares and fairytales,
I fell asleep after giving in to
the self-contained mind.

Saturday, August 28, 2010



This is your soppy soup, but we didn't make soup

Easy actions



Actions that are easy.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Support troops


Inside outside take out remove my heart

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Friday, August 20, 2010

I love him!




And then l lost



And then I won

All that you want you will eventually own



But peanuts and jelly were never enough for flavors to combine
for the better, for the gross, que nojo, for longer than the instant midnight sandwich.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Repeat




Sleep too much!


The mix was a perfect blend of forgotten cookies of my childhood.
Not purchased, but received and forgotten about, put in a mosquito-proof prop.
What a waste.
What a value now, that the back of your pocket radiantly scented better.
How kind and lovely when it reminds me appropriately now.

Fish