Wednesday, 30 November 2011


I LOVE DUST

we are taking turns
getting rid of me
I am nothing
solar flares
extinguished
on a cold forehead
twenty days or so
before

one of the Kennedys are assassinated

history doesn´t approve of redundancy
yet

so many of it´s followers
will never be remembered

Tuesday, 8 November 2011




just can't get no satisfraction


i turned baroque


in the middle of a sentence


where you

were supposed to cut me off


so now

i'm reading up on

literary time periods

and later

when i find your number

i will call you

from a poem about a telephone


written by john donne