59

It is a million city.
Streets, boulevards and alleys everywhere.
Houses so tall you can´t see the end of them.
A neverending stream of people,
goals, destinys and duties.

I walk among them.
trying to find my own path of these millions to choose from.
Which one takes me home?

58

The air knows it.
There´s a stillness of anticipation.
There are leaves from last autumn hanging still
in the spring breeze,
waiting for their final moment
as another moment is waiting for its time to shine.

The moment is soon here.
When she reaches out her hand
and the universe draws its breath.
A sudden lowering of the oxygen,
making us all a little dizzy.
And the autumn leaf stirred again.

Spring has come
with mall green buds of life and hope.
The butterflies stomp in their startingpits,
waiting for that summer day.

I can´t wait that long.

57

Can you feel it?
The platonic hatred.
The sense of dislike and the want to disturb his circles.

To annoy him,
irritate and anger and bluff,
your vocation.

56

The ticking never stops.
The spinning world is out of control.
Time tells wierd tales of future history,
and we listen in awe.
Not knowing what to do with the information.

A spreading madness.
Wild botox smiles
perfect teeth so white the colour white is jealous of their whiteness
And haircuts so sharp you cut your eyes watching them.
TV.

Our ears cry
by the sheer forse of the meaningless,
the dravel and the pointless beats from the radio.
Noises and voices that desperately wants to be called music.

Our sanity is placed under the sword of Damokles.
Don´t look up.
That trembling feeling in your spine is there to stay.

I´m sorry.

55

When they met it was all about the lust.
But all the dirt and all the dust
turned their love into withering rust.

She does what she pleases
He does what he must.
In all the dirt and the dust.

She found him in a world desolated.
He saw her and her golden hair braided.
An instant affair
ridding their hair of despair.
And all worldly things they faded.

Time is not so easily controlled
Splitting days in five is for the bold.
Living side by side
a victim of the turning tide.
Time for love is nothing to be sold.

54

53

Little pieces of glass
sharp and shiny and cruel,
showing you the fragments of your inner disease.

The frame almost empty
as you pass by.
The once so proud mirror,
now broken and humble
choosing what to reflect
and to portray.

Everything is pieces
pieces put together.

52

How long has it been since you slept?
Your waking eyes now red,
staring into oblivion and beyond.

Your yawning swallowing universes
and the noise of your cracking knuckles
kickstarts creation in several big bangs.

How long since you forgot forgiveness?
How long since you randomly kicked a stone,
and somones fate got altered?

I don´t know.
You should,
with your allseeing and mighty,
mighty tired eye.

51

There is hope
peeking in on me from around the corner
closer than I thought.

There is a glimpse of light
shining down on me

All I have to do is my best
and hope it will suffice