Small things

You’re alone at night
sat in your veranda
facing the cloudy sky
stars refused to show
moon didn’t want to shine for you
but wind blows harshly cold
there’s no one you can call
no one you can talk
the air is freezing you inside
then you light a cigarette
and put all your hopes on it
because people told you to find pleasure in small things.

It’s a cigarette
smaller than 10cm and a hell of a delight!

Words like water

I’ve got this faucet of words inside me
That has been over control
for a long time.

Usually
it only lets words
dribble.
A
drip
every
now and then.
But right now the inner pressure is getting too high
and as I see the time has finally come to loose it
so the words will come in a gush and wash away
the anxiety and anguish towards future
the remaining spots of faded memories
the fear and laziness, boredom and carelessness
break the wall of pessimism where I lean my head.

Writing.
Writing is the way to ease my soul
and clean my path.

Night

Many have suited her
in a mysterious dress
adorned with obscurity
which obviously
makes her beautiful.
But all that mystery and obscurity
Is only behind their eyes.
I see night as a naked woman
- The first one I loved -
With star shaped sparkling spots
all around her body.
And I often penetrate Night
get lost between her arms!
where I feel better
where I have all my best thoughts.


Night is the Lady who has told me
all the worst and best news of my life
who has fed me with inspiration
when I was struggling to write
who watched me drinking sadness down
until I passed out
who swallowed all the cigarette smoke
I blew on her face
without saying a word.


while all the others were sleeping
relaxing having sex
there I stood
all for her
the glorious crazy sexy woman who took
my sanity away
bit by bit
and is with happiness that I say
she still does.

One easy pieces

Sometimes I can go like
2 hours laid in bed
staring at the ceiling
and listening to Chokebore
LOUD.

Not sleeping
barely thinking
more like emptying my mind
with tons of flowing thoughts.

After I get up
I have some coffee along with one or two
cigarettes
and then I’m ready
- weightless -
Let it all come again.