The Night sky

av den 27. januar 2018

I moved out of the night sky and in to the city

And with every step that played beneath

my stale sorrowed feet,

silence would most surely drown me

in the endless river of time.

Crushed against the waves

I got washed away

off this frail piece of ground

beneath the warm red sun.

And so, once again,

I moved back

into the swelling night sky

A mere witness

as the universe kept on floating by

the naked treetops as they laid,

on the earth I once did stray.

For all that there is

and all there ever was

What shall remain as my bones dry up?

Edderkoppen

av den 3. september 2017

Det henger ett spindelvev utenfor vinduet mitt.

Jeg drepte den jævla edderkoppen for flere uker siden, endog skinner solen hver morgen.

Kadavrene fortsetter å svinge seg i silketråder

og kaster skygger på gulvet.

Et diffus ekko

Jeg unngår å tråkke på dem.

Ikke ut av respekt,

men av frykt for at mine etterfølgere

en dag, også, vil glemme meg.