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Idaho in haiku

Written 2006-07-21


Idaho in dreams

Breathes in orange blue

Spelling my longing


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You took me down to the mirror hall

Written 2006-07-21


You took me down to the mirror hall

Held me tight tight around my neck
then banged my head into mine
with great force

I fell asleep there
by the smell of your shoes and the wet
that made its way in
where it came out

It was good to feel
the weight of darkness
that became a warm home


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broken haiku

Written 2006-07-21

the sunset from her mouth

came out of her silent scream

in blood shaped river


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as she turned the red roses blue

Written 2006-07-21



she would cover her eyes

with her right hand

now a shelter from their stare

and their mouths noise

talking like whizzing serpents

about her poor parents

having to kiss this child goodnight

telling her it`s perfectly alright

to make the red roses blue


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røde døde bøker

død er også et sakrament

Written 2006-07-21

Hysteriet kommer

blottet for velkomst

toget voldtar torsoen over en bro

rystningene tar aldri slutt

selv ikke når sirenene kommer

og går

Den død-drukne like ved

skraper en finger mot skinna

så er det liv i oss begge

Drømmen romsterer igjen

klør seg på baken

som vibrerer i det obligatoriske gjespet

bekjenner sitt noervoer

i doskåla

før den kryper

tilbake til sovestedet


Redusert til vannstoff

forsøker jeg å bestille en toast

forgjeves

her serveres ikke de ugudelige

forener leppene mot stemmen

den forblir mikroskopisk

og jeg ligger sulten igjen



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His words in my throat, his ankle in my tumour

Written 2006-07-20


As I lost the world
I gently cut off my hands
Buried them in the tall grass behind the house

and got drunk


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Haiku

Written 2006-07-14


Now you grow silent

And only I know you still live on

In breathing wood


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"And, you know, with your hair like that? It hurts to look at you."

Written 2006-07-08

"You were scoping my legs, and you let the stupid door shut. You must be so hard up."

"Oh, oh, no. Leave the tights on just a few minutes more. Please."

"So according to this she was born yesterday."

"Come on, let's try to look alive. I know we all have candy hangovers. Today, we're going to be visiting Mr. Dickens' world of dark factories, grey skies, lost souls."


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Haiku

Now you do not breathe no more

Written 2006-07-07


I held your hand
as the last petal fell down
to the ground

I held your hand
as I watched your face unwrinkle
eyes still open

I held your hand
the night you laughed so hard
at my snowboots

I held your hand
looking like a cosmonaut
you said through tears

I hold your hand
although you got there first
free diving moons

I hold your hand
so tight they call the hospital guard
to pull me away

I still hold on
to every breath you took here
with me on earth


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