Narcissus

Rummet,

tusen fönster.

Fågelsången,

lärkan utanför.

Hon dröjer som alltid,

vill inte bli slaktad.

Ögonen borrar sig inåt,

hon vill inte att jag skall se.

Flyg högt på himlavalvet,

Narcissus.

Fugitive

Went to the garden unseen,
fugitive play the violin.
Playing a piece,
unknown and wise,
BSC
Hertha Berlin.

Politics

Politics a shell, 

with some humans inside.

Decided for me,

how to live and to die.

Brain of the man,

in the tower less town.

Born in land,

with a motherless gown.

Never to be.

Never to die.

Never to be.

Never to die.

People will suffer,

from time to time.

People will suffer,

from time to time.

Våren

Regnet smattrar mot det rostiga plåttaket,
kastrullen på spisen muttrar sina förbannelser.
-Ännu björnskinnet kan kokas,
bävergjäll,
kålsupa.
Krypa ned under täcket,
sakta dö i mörkret.
Kålfjärilslarven inspunnen i sin silkespuppa,
drömmer om våren.