THERE WAS A TIME AND IS NO MORE

There was a time,

long years,

when I dreamed

of staying for

ever;

long years,

long years ago,

when I longed

to live and live;

long years.

Now, if

and when I go,

I will go with

little regret,

little regret

and none

of it for me;

all of it for you

who slipped from

my hands,

slipped from

my hands

and fell into death,

fell and were gone,

gone forever.

31.10.2022

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IN DYING OCTOBER

No landscape

should be as beautiful

as this one is,

blue skies

and golden light

on towering evergreens,

when so many

good and kind minds

are as cold as

the frozen earth,

which heavily upon

them rests.

31.10.2022

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BETTER DARKNESS THAN THE DYING OF THE LIGHT

It's days since I last

saw the light of day,

and I have no wish

to see it again.

Better to live in darkness,

better to shun the pale light,

the brief hours between

the dawn and the dusk,

than to see the cold world

awash with faded gold

and then waning in red fire

into the starless void.

28.10.2022

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MOST PEOPLE IN THIS COUNTRY

 Most people in this country

know very little

about the world.

Try to talk to them

about what goes on

and they first become dismissive

and then angry.

Most people in this country

want to know very little

about the world.

Try to talk to them

about what they don't know

and they first become dismissive

and then angry.

Most people in this country

want to curl up in a fetal position

and suck their thumb.

Try to talk to them

so that they would get up

and they first become dismissive

and then angry.

26.10.2022

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BUT I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE HEATING ON

Sound of rain

on the rusted roof,

a blessed sound

for all in

this late October -

a warm night,

a blessed night,

in these days,

telling

of  lower

heating bills

with each sound.

26.10.2022

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EDWARD II SLAVA UKRAINI

Ram Ukraine

through the assholes

of all the people

crying about it

after decades

of supporting

other invasions,

other occupations.

26.10.2022

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TO MY FORMER RIGHTWING SWEDISH TEACHER, WHO DIED AT 65, ABOUT FOUR YEARS TOO LATE

Too often our lives

become mistakes

made by people

who never have to

pay for making them,

pay for the pain

we go to inflict

on others, the mistakes

we make

out of others' lives;

they live happily,

they die content.

26.10.2022

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LOOKING FOR A COMFORTING LIE, TO LAST FOR THE REST OF LIFE

It matters not, this life,

after the last breath has

been exhaled;

yet it would

make all the difference,

before the end,

if we could

lie convincingly

that it does.

01.05.-25.10.2022

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THERE ARE NO DREAMS WORTH BEING DISAPPOINTED

Don't dream.

Just don't.

Literally

and figuratively.

Just sleep

and live,

eyes wide open,

until they close them

in the end which

no dream can defer.

25.10.2022

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LONELINESS

Such lonesome path

to this moment in time,

cold like a frozen tear,

such a lonesome path

marked by the victims'

graves.

25.10.2022

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SOLE JUSTIFICATION

In that same decade, H.D. wrote three novels dealing

with same-sex desire; she published none of them. 

Charlie Tyson: H.D.’s Art of Failure(2022).

A great author who doesn't publish

is like a great lover who never

seduces, never makes love -

utterly useless.

The sole justification for their

existence is in their art,

whether that of flesh,

or of printed words.

A great author who doesn't

publish is like a great lover

who only masturbates -

utterly useless.

24.10.2022

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TARA(2010-2022)

  To my friend Tara, February 2010 - October 21st 2022.

You who were happy

and kind, you who

were loving and loyal,

you who never hurt

anyone, not even a cat,

through all your

almost thirteen years,

you are dead and I,

I cry for you

like I cried for my parents,

for you, like them,

were kind and loving,

and deserved all the

years of the world

to come.

21.10.2022

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TARA

 I would have gladly

let people die

so that you could

have lived

for another day,

my beautiful,

beloved friend.

For you were

kind and intelligent,

wise in your canine way,

and so many human beings

are not kind,

intelligent, wise -

or humane at all.

Politicians and generals,

captains of industry,

hedge fund managers,

and social media influencers

I would have let die

so that you could

have lived for

one more day.

21.-22..10.2022

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TARA

I will never

forget you,

but the world

will forget

us both.

19.10.2022

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SUBMERGED

The landscape brightens with strong

brush strokes; sunlight embraces

the sunken trees standing bare

at the bottom of the atmosphere;

with outreached arms, caught in the

currents of the autumn winds,

they pleaded the distant stars

and at present the Sol has come.

18.10.2022

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TO TARA

The aspens along the streets

bring dreamlike light

into the gloom of the late

October afternoon;

thousands upon thousands

of small lanters burning

brightly on boughs

as I walk away

from your coming

 death.

18.10.2022

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FOR TARA

On the farther edge

of autumn,

on the edge of

death,

each breath

existence,

each breath

a pain -

death in the

flesh, in the

autumn air

death, yet

for these

last, final days,

life, and still

a tail held up.

17.10.2022

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TARA

Autumn colours,

morning sunshine,

gilded orange

on boughs and

frosted ground.

Deep dread,

frost of a kind,

lays cold

on my mind

for an old friend.

07.10.2022

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