The Fox

You look so young,
you are so young.
Singing your song,
a fragile bird,
crying for food
alfot in your nest.

Until yet only you rest,
no flight have your
wings produced.
And all the while
mother feeds you
worms.

Hunger yearns,
for I the fox -
the devious enchanter -
invites you to fly.
Let's wait a while,
fatten your naivety.

Then introducing gravity.
A tastier meal you
will be.
And the chase,
What a chase!
You are supper.

The Road to Keflavík

wind howling across rock.
scathing, burning and alive,
it once was but
now, now
quiet.

clouds rush,
charging like buffalo
along the flat plains.
once peaceful
now, now
enraged.

wild lands,
until,
a break in the sky -
crepuscular ray.
down floats a bird.
now, now
calm

graceful flight,
swooping low
close to my heart
a feather is bestowed
from her brow
into my hand
now, now
love

I squeeze

I will destroy it.
Plunge my hand in
the volcano and
rip out the heart.
Watching life pulsate,
coursing over
my thin, weary fingers.

And there will be
brief quiet
as the land inhales around me;
for i will squeeze.
And the fjords will quake,
and the glaciers will crack
and all shall perish.

While the once mighty whimper,
as it cries out unheard
for its heart.
But i wont let go.
Even as the geyser screams
and the waterfalls whither.
Until an overture of torment riddles this land
and i will squeeze

until

iceland is no more

untitled

my will is shallow
and my logic deep
each day they battle
until i sleep

Goteborg Vending Machine

I booked a flight to
Goteborg to see you
but the salad on my
plate was soggy.

My mind isn't clear
and it never was,
as the fat man sits
at the bar laughing.

Old photo on the wall,
looks past me;
out,
out to sea!

No smoking
here.
Vending machine sums
it all up:

mints,
condoms,
paracetamol,
despair - pack of four.

Emperor of Solitude

I want to destroy society.
Cast off its shadow and
rebel.
Be alone, be free,
unshackle this recklessness.

A hazy head of responsibilities
linger.
Rules and regulations.
Defined by little more
than a thin line.

Banish the prejudices,
strangle the predispositions,
lead me astray.
And, if you decline,
destruction forebodes.

All the ills, the mental
depravities, dissipate.
Now I stand mighty,
a Kingdom of One -
Emperor of Solitude

Fridge Note

I am
fridge magnet
.
With note
display
"toilet paper"
slid under.