Empty,
forgotten
and totally overgrown
as if nature
is taking it back
from the town
it used to belong to

Broken
eyes stare
through glass tears
scouting for strangers
and lost children
looking for a place
to hide

Secret
hollow
beneath floors
someone once
left behind  
to be found
maybe

I cannot recall
time
before Him
before pain

I was naked
and blindfold
I think I tried
to escape
but He caught me
suddenly all was dark
I cannot recall
anything
but pain

And I cannot escape
He has taken my legs
and replaced them
my arms too
with metal bars
ending in o-rings
He tied me up

I think I tried
to bite Him
when He tried
to **** my mouth
the pain
Then it was dark
and I woke up
with rubber teeth

I saw a glimpse
of the room
the pain
the chains
the hooks
and His face

I can no longer see
He took out my eyes
with frightful images
and acid
more pain
but I still remember
watching the others
me
on video
in pain

I cannot hear
only His breath
bearing
the screams in my mind
echo
but nobody hears

But I can smell
I smell
Him
I smell iron chains
and clasps
And I smell His breath
His sweat
His *****
I smell blood
and burnt skin
and pain
maybe my own
maybe theirs
I don't know

I understand now
He is God
I am His
creation
His toy

please delete me
if you leave
please delete all
trace

He couldn't cross
When he finally wished
To go back
Trapped
he realised
That what he had sought
He had left
On the other bank
And the bridge he had kept
was gone

There's a backdoor
Always a backdoor
A trapdoor
To let me out
Or let you in
Let me in
Or trap me
In your trap
Of doors
Revolving doors
Revolving
And mirrors
Mirroring
Trapdoors
And me
Trapped
In endless
Mirrors
And doors
To traps set
By you
To entrap
Me

a forbidden triangle
fantasy
skewered between them
in her mind

I wish I could go in person
to check
to see if you're lying
to see if you're just pretending
only playing tricks
and that you haven't seriously gone
to another place
where my powers cannot reach
you

I wish I could ask somebody
to check
to see if you're still alive
to see if you're breathing
only silently
and not because you're reaching
for a higher ground
than the one we can offer you
here

I took a trip today
let myself go
on a quiet rush
unnoticed
and in plain sight
I let myself go

I took a trip today
let my blood go
on a mad rush
unwarranted
but deliberate
I let my blood rush

flickering
flittering
thoughts like butterflies
tinkering
tampering
with my mental state
shimmering
slithering
serpentine dreams of
tippety
tapping
words on the page
like beautiful
bubbles of
thoughtful babble
rattle
rant
but I can't
thoughts are butterflies
and they fly
they defy
me
when I try
to catch them

there used to be
tunnels
private pathways
in the dark
there used to be
secretly links
for starved souls

there used to be

tunnels
suddenly flooded
caved in
on the souls
and disappeared

there used to be
secrets

For Valentine's
he said he'd take me
somewhere special
make me the centre
of attention

I smiled
I thought it would be
nice
And we drove up there
To be alone

Nice place
for romance, I thought

But when I saw his room
I knew

I was so wrong

Sometimes we wish
We were Americans

We would have aced the Spelling B's
Been athletes on scholarships
Or won beauty pageants

Our institutions would compete
And we would win prizes
For accomplishments

If we were Americans
We would thrive with competition

We would live the American Dream
And be rich and famous
I just know it

Sometimes we just wish
Our Scandinavian system favoured people with our talents
Our lack of compromise
More

In the beginning
There was no shame
There was impulse

In the beginning
There was curiosity
There was innocence

Then
There was boredom
There was frustration

Then
There was temptation
Guilt became excitement

In the beginning
There was a rush
Then
There was danger

In the end
There was anger
There was pain

In the end
There was guilt
And there was shame

Slip and swim
into
spiked super sleep  
slippery stereo
sound
Senses seduced by silence
stolen solitude
And shuffled sedation
Suburbian escape

a window ajar
cold body likewise open
the devil creeps in

white surface square
centered but
underneath is colour
underneath and
at the edges
of white
spills of colour
comments
covered as if sought hidden
forgotten colour
ecstatic
underneath the pristine
white
square

I want to tan
I want to sit in the hot mid day sun
and install a sunbed
to add that extra crisp
to my birth marks
when I fry

I want to pop pills
I want to do hallucinative drugs
like mushrooms or acid
and gamble with my mental health
because I can
it is mine to waste

I want to smoke
I want to inhale the perfume
of cancer
and begin self-destruction
my own revolution
in small steps

he came
from shadows
with ideals deep
and dark
his elegance
wrapped in mystical
musical
eloquence
beyond his mask
of classic poetic rage
and with him
came a new vocabulary
of beauty
and rebellion
a revolution in
words
burning pain
and reconstructing
from ashes and smoke
images
to set my mind free

At some point
Everything vanished
In two dimensions
Lives
Lines
Converged
And vanished

The past
The road travelled
Is still visible
But there is nothing
Beyond
Vanishing point

On an open field
they would land
magnificent godlike machines
like fortresses they would stand
as if built there by ancient kings
reaping profit off villagers’ toils

Shaped like cones
They were layered like ships
Having decks for each purpose
And openings
only where openings were needed

The top decks were ventilation
Huge propellers circulated the air
Also
They were used for steering
Like top mounted rutters and blades
Cutting the air
Allowing the crew to breathe
On the middle decks
Even when they went into space

The lowest deck held the great magnets
Powered by inductive force
A manually produced electricity
Enabling the ship to repel
Any surface on Earth or moon
And hover like a carion bird
Waiting for its prey to die

One day
There were hundreds in the sky
Magnificent temple like structures
A mystery how they would fly
But they ruled the air
Like gods
Wielding invisible fire
And reversing
The forceful pull from the Earth

In the streets
men would fall to their knees
in thousands
food and water would spoil
in minutes
infected
they did not have time to pray
before buildings would crumble
yet there was no fire
only a blast
and oblivion to follow

...and upon the heaps
of discarded symbols
that once bore all
meaning
a new world shall rise
enlightened
and free

Lucky me
I got a voucher
In my pocket
to cash in anytime
I need
$50,000
more than my kidney

Lucky me
I get to choose

Surgery

I hate you!
because I hate the state that I'm in
because of you
and your tendencies to be late
letting me rely on fate
to bring you back
from hell's gate
or your latest date.
**** that! I shouldn't sit here and wait
for you to communicate
enunciate
that you're back and alive and safe

I hate you
because I care for you
more than I'm supposed to
I'm just a member of the state crew
trying to teach you
raise you
keep you out of trouble, too
make a proper man out of you
all of that you *****
with your trips towards that inner you
Boo! *******!
those trips are ships for fools
they'll sail you right outta your cools

and I hate you
because there's nothing I can do

It was raining

For months it had been raining
mercury
from tired clouds
onto frigid asphalt streets

she took her time
walking home in the rain
knowing
it would be raining there
too

In her pocket
a world
where the rain had stopped
and its sun
made her break a sweat

she was blushing

She had been blushing for days
sunburnt
from her magic trips
into Eden

I declare
A war
On your senses
Your thoughts
Your being
Your soul
.
I will haunt you
Play tricks on your
senses
Possess your mind
With images
Flashes of could be
Memories
And vivid
Oh so vivid dreams

I will bind you
Capture your spirit
Fixate your soul
In passion
Unfulfilled
yearning

Like you did
Me

Evening
Anticipating a storm
Gentle waves start to lick the shore
White fluffy sands gradually moisten
Harden from pressure
Of liquid and stored summer’s heat

Darker
Waves intensify
Ripping, tearing the shore
Moving sands with the flood
Flooding all
In liquid and violent summer’s heat

Rising
Lifted by waves
The shore is the sea is the shore
Water has taken control
Beaten the shore
With liquid, climactic heat

Razorblade rain
Draws ****** pictures
On gasping skin
Canvas

and

Morning makes
Vaccum blue lips
And purple suffocated
Hearts

but

Pale moon fire
Pulls minds
Into waxing
Fates

Autumn spins her web
Across a golden hall
Lacing the room
With diamond ropes
Welcoming the bold

Autumn waits
In a guilded hall
With fangs of silent oblivion
And chains so strong
They will hold any man

Autumn captures
The last ray of sunlight
In the reflection
Of a frightened eye
Just before the last sun sets

Autumn sleeps
In a bed of frosted leaves
Her web now broken
Unnecessary
Her job is done

when
did cooking your own jam
from real strawberries
and sugar
become an act
of treason against
equality
between the sexes?

when
did turning off the tv, the laptop, the phone
to play with your children
offline
become an act
of valour and extreme
symbolism
in most families?

when
did reading glossy advertisements
and memorising them
for extra credits
become an act
of duty as a proper
citizen
in the modern world?

when
did choosing an alternative lifestyle
deliberately
and with no concern for wealth
become an act
of excentric
irresponsibility
in an enlightened society?

I sense the air growing increasingly dense
From the way she wrings her hands and how her eyes stare emptily at the
horizon
And from the way that he continuously asks her if there is anything wrong
I see them battle their demons while the kids play

Sometimes he speaks softly
his forked tongue caressing
my being
the inside of my soul
sometimes his lies offer comfort
encouragement and passion
when reality beckons
but not for the merciless truth

Sometimes I invite him
I let his presence linger
in a corner of my soul
Sometimes I let him enter
take residence in my dream
And sometimes I pray
that I won't wake up

Recited like truths
meticulously
with attention to detail
perfect intonation
like hymn verses
or poems
but unlike poems
everyone tells them
remembers them
those little designer lies

their creators are worshipped
with gatherings
massive donations
and prayer
No one questions
words so beautiful
so masterfully penned
they must be true
they have to be
we wish...

when the phone rings
and no one's there
imagination leaps

I do this
I need to
I need this
This line
I walk
I write
I bleed
Pictures
I balance
I challenge
Words
I give life
I breathe
I leave
Trace
I live
In footprints
Mental vestiges
I offer
Images
Images
Images
Images
Simulacra
Beyond
And on
Edge
I don't cross

Do you mean to **** me
with your beauty
and your velvet tongue?

Do you mean to **** me
with your letters
and your sentence ropes?

Do you mean to **** me
with your sudden silence
after all your constant talk
of death?

Entering your room
I would let you rob me
of all my senses
one at a time
until completely sedated
and oblivious

Entering your darkness
I would let you steal my sight
and listen closely
for your breath
and the uneven rhythm
of stampeeding hearts

Entering your silence
I would let you remove every sound
so I could taste your words
on dry lips
like parchment
with sacred chants and poetry

Entering your mouth through words
I would let you sedate my tongue
so I would have to smell your presence
I would inhale you
and touch the very essence
of you

Entering your mental place
I would let you take the last of my senses
no longer needing the physical touch
to feel you
or to feel
anything

When entering your room
I would give up all senses
to completely forget
and to become one
in eternity

They are objects
Of no importance
In our lives
Often carelessly scattered
Ominous
Over ripe
Crinkled
Left
For somebody else
To pick up
But he takes them
To centre stage
On big canvases
With lots of colours
And no filter
Even sewn up wounds
Shine
Beyond the ordinary
Everyday decadence
They become parts
In our stories
Like memories of past
Or future lives
Like they have not been
Before
He saw them
This way
And let us see them
Too

The pale sunlight shone
Like ladders down the trees
The beasts of the night had gone

replaced by the humming of bees

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Her path was well prepared
She knew where she wanted to go

Not knowing though if she dared

Her paces had started to slow

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

The cracking sound of a branch

Made her startle and give up a cry

Continued as if in a trance
But a tear had appeared in her eye

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Such forceful gravitational pull

That place in the forest presented

Even though her life was full
That power was unprecedented

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

It grabbed her without a warning

Twisted and bent her thought

Midnight replaced the bright morning
Her captor she never fought

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Though strange and slightly deform
His presence itself was enough

His touch was a violent storm

Soon her old self she would slough

Moþor hogaþ
Þæt þu
Þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Oferfarene

Totally transformed she was

When they found her the coming day
Her hands had turned into claws

And her soul had been taken away

Moþor bewépeþ
þu þæs wuduwealdes cræft
Underhingest