United. Committed. For the kingdom of

“I don’t think I’m going to make it, Abi.” “Shush! Shhhh. You need to keep up your strength. The ambulance will be here soon,” said Abi. “What? And pay all those fees? I’d rather die first,” said Henrik. He laughed and then coughed up blood. “Shhh!” “It’s over yndling. Promise me, you’ll bury me withContinue reading “United. Committed. For the kingdom of”

Ain’t No Country Song

My gosh I hate countryNo disrespect to manGive me HurtI’ll listen to him then.I’m locked up in these prison wallsA man and his guitarI’m locked up in a country songAnd they just ran off with my dogThey got them drawlin’ And bending them stringsThat man over there on the pianoPlaying in a minor keyI’m lockedContinue reading “Ain’t No Country Song”

Spider Webs in the Corner

The spider webs bothered meIn the corner sitting thereUnbotheredCollecting dust more than fliesUnswept corners, uncollected strands of silkPerhaps they were made for decoration?Tiny strands of silken knick knacks or bric a brac‘They weren’t meant to be picked up. That’s their space there.’BullshitThe corners are just dirty.A dirty living room, in a dirty apartmentWith a dirtyContinue reading “Spider Webs in the Corner”

Cold Tableau: Better Man Than I

Cold wind blows snowy streetsSidewalks white with snowLights brightly coloredHang on tree branchesAnd rooftop edgesI walk towards homePresents under treesWould be nice to seeAs would be her smileNeither are likelyFor me this ChristmasI’m so cold insideThe end of the yearConsiderationsPast events rearviewAll of them with youTurn to walk backwardsHarsh winds on my backBut I walkedContinue reading “Cold Tableau: Better Man Than I”

Granites and Schists

“Behold! The granites and schists of my dark and stubborn country,” said Igor, looking out of the window at the crowd below. I looked at Svetlana.  “The people are dumb as rocks,” she explained. She rolled her eyes and slumped onto the couch.  “And twice as stubborn!” yelled Igor, turning away from the window, “TheyContinue reading “Granites and Schists”

Webs on the Christmas Tree

There was a lady who lived next doorFrom a town in Ukraine bornWho every year for the Christmas seasonPut spiders and webs her tree inWhat a strange lady I did thinkThat there might be a meaning I did not linkThen one day when we did cross pathsI thought to askWhy the spiders and webs IContinue reading “Webs on the Christmas Tree”