Substitute
When I wake
I can make out a streak of despair
The world comes to nothing
as I sit and think
The skeleton shines (through)
One last thought stands drawing in the sand (at Saimaa)
The bloodstream breaks into Finnish,
the fingers are long,
the hair a veil of light
A sauna stands calling for a body
at Orioninkatu 11
since October 3, 2023
Tram number 6 rattles up from the inner city
An iron curtain runs between the brain’s art objects,
an ironworks stands vibrating out on the coast
The diet points in all directions,
the decisions come in via ILS
Åke Ohlmarks has been defamed for 44 years
on 35 m² in Dandyreed
This day is a poor substitute,
I think, and turn up the volume on The Who
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-03-22 at 11:14
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