Monday, August 31, 2009

Unfinished beginnings

is it that we grow to become what we are
are we but by-products, because i,
i miss the unproductivity of producing beauty
clashing into a not-from-this-world,
perplexity, a land of confusion
the warm eruption and soft touch of thought
abstractions, metaphors
landscapes of the Neverending

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longing for your prepositions, predicates
i'm, i, we, you, pronouns entangled in
all that untouchable

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Ennen kaikkea

Uusi vuosi, uudet kujeet vai päädynkö toistamaan samoja virheitä uudelleen? Koskaan en ole mitään oppinut ja nyt on vaikea aloittaa. En kunnioita sinua. Väitteesi on epäkorrekti, kuten sinäkin. Käsitteistösi on pölyssä ja sanavarastosi päivityksen tarpeessa. Kuka helvetti sinä edes olet? Kielioppini on vääräoppista, asenteeni rampautunut jo kauan sitten ja kasvan kieroon.

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Joka päivä, päivästä toiseen; auringon palaessa loppuun en ole täällä enää. Sinäkin kuihdut pois kauan ennen sitä.

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Määritelmiä voi aina muuttaa, asioita voi sivuuttaa ja unohtaa. En usko täydellisyyteen, uskon tyytyväisyyteen. En usko. Tulen, nautin, lähden. Unohdan. Ei minua kiinnosta.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The unfixable truth of nothing

We grow tired
to rest and strive again
to become full
feast once more
lose ourselves for
the thrill of finding something dear
throw things away to make room for
you
take up so much space
whisper in our thoughts to
fill a void we've created ourselves
one we allowed to form

I would rather. you.
than.


tell me what you want think you know
i don't think i know anything
whatever i realized earlier today, i've now forgotten

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I'd much rather experience it than the reason beneath.
oh if i could fly i would
sink, i would, drink some more

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let it build, accumulate
stew, brew, hm. mmmmm.

You comprise me

The whole comprises the parts.
The parts are comprised by the whole.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

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Every pair of eyes met in one day, and I don't even miss you anymore. I simply wouldn't mind you there, here, present. wherever, really.

A cat is fine, too, like the feline clawing my hand off in last night's dream. I cut my hair and looked after a child. hm. Leaving is as difficult as getting started.

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

One more time

Your words are the finest chocolate leaving me drooling, hoping to lick them off your lips while you whisper them into the darkness. My hunger grows with every syllable. I don't read looks, expressions, I am consumed by them, your entire essence. Let me sink into every inch of you, let your touch, smell, self linger a while longer. Don't tell me what I want to hear most, who the fuck cares what you say as long as you're producing speech. Patiently waiting for sweet death, every second feels like an eternity. What's taking you so long; don't ever move faster. If I don't feel anything maybe you'll feel this, because when it feels so good it hurts a little it's better than anything else. I don't know what's going on anymore; can't tell shades from scents with your stare tickling my neck. Fuck manuals, instructions are only slowing me down; let me.

The familiar feeling of physical sickness takes over: I know what I want and I know what I need and I know they're two entirely different things and you're something else, you're like everybody else. Adjectives exist to describe you and your ways, but it all tastes better without verbally violating it. You might end up having to scrape me off the floor. Shovel me into your tomb, I'm dying to explore your insides.

I promise not to drink and drive ever again


you save me.

Unfinished

The tentacles of my world of thought will penetrate your every orifice bringing you both pleasure and pain, creating a monstrosity never before seen.

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

I may experience difficulties following (the) rules.