"lifelover" poems
Yesterday was too much,
I don’t want any more
The only thing I see now is
This stone floor-cold city,
The core of these rows
An institution for dying flesh
Joy-sterilized by apathy
Monotonous death-bringing concrete
My heart barely beats
I get nauseated when moving
[Sample from a Swedish children’s show:]
“A hermit, what does this say? a hermit wants to live alone, he can’t stand the sights or sounds of other people”
“I’ve reached a conclusion, there’s no place for me in this world”
“My book isn’t for sale, and I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone. Good bye”
A soul colored like ashes
A city, a block of misery
Continuous woe
I love you
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC