new you, new year

the temperatures of your hands are settled with small degree bumps. if they are not circling around me, i feel dead. my immunodeficiency caused by the absence of light and warmth is sometimes cured by garlic. it smells and it is like having a pineapple substitute a christmas tree. not that i am especially religious, …

Heating Off

Can you tell me When the time is right To strike With magic? Or do you prefer a kiss? I’ve missed – A lot. But there’s no space nor earth for us When you just turn Your heaters off. Don’t run away In escapades of thorns. The tenderness is here – It has moved more. …

Stage Zero

Insemination of fatigue ideas Is outlawed By the force of my mental pushups. Whenever I bump into gravity, I realise It’s nothing compared to the stars in your mind. How do I begin tracing the lines In his eyes? Does he understand, I’ve already seen paradise? Well, I’ve seen the bottom, too. The hope never dies – And neither will you!

what is my opinion of geopolitics

i wasted about 6 yrs of my life to study at the university. the subject was called international relations. if i’d chosen now, i’d have taken physics or art. much rather, i would have settled out of town, built a house by my own project, made a farm, and played music. a lot of the …

learning to write

when i was a little kid, my dad taught me the georgian alphabet. since he’d grown up there and his dad was a mingrelian douche, Janashia by the last name, who’d chased his bastard son of 5 with an axe. his mother had been evacuated from the ukraine during wwii and had completed only 2 …

istedenfor

istedenfor å bade, istedenfor å danse, istedenfor å huske, istedenfor å sanse, istedenfor å kysses, istedenfor å ramse, istedenfor å nyte, istedenfor å stanse, istedenfor å pule, istedenfor å skratte går du og jeg på skole og siden skal vi skatte.

mannefitte

Mitt rævhøl er som ei umettelig fitte Den lar meg ikke sove Den lar meg ikke fokusere Den drar meg ut av senga, Ut av huset, Ut på gaten, Verden rundt. Til jeg forstår At min kuk Heller ikke kommer til å hvile Og vil befrukte alt Og føde et nytt folk Og et nytt …

Spoilt Kid

Look at your eyes It seems as you’ve known me All my life. Lies Are what you believe in Despite The truth That is attracted Naturally To your silky lips. Cry For what we have given them By our love. For they Will take it for granted As also do I. Mind The different backgrounds …

fritt fall

av å kunne omdannes til damp ville jeg rense din sjel. en tanke forsvinner som vann hvis den ikke er stelt. når øynene stormes av sand lukkes de av seg selv. når du ikke sier et ord blir jeg tyngdekreftenes trell.

innimellom

én tenker. teen til den ene er kald. en annen senker. skammen til den andre er knall. ei henger. halsen til henne er smal. ei anna trenger ingen andre enn seg. en sirkel tegner vann som forløses i elv. en firkant sprenger bønn som omfavner hvert hvelv. en trekant savner henne som sovna for godt. …