This mighty wave of faeces
and urine
moves in a colossal flow
through the living of beings,
our fluttering flock of thoughts
like songbirds
above the truth of existence

our reason shattered
in a swarm of reflections
like a mirror disintegrating
down wayward patterns

sun glittering
through the foliages
och birch trees

The human situation
a kind of hypothesis;
a distant idea
that keeps recurring
and disappearing,
losing itself in absentmindedness
and sleepy mirages

I feel the tickling sensation
of hubris
down my spine
as the wind of self-awareness
fills the black sail of piracy,
storming my ship of shit and piss
toward a measly death

my hearing infested with barking dogs
and airplanes reversing thrust
down landing strips
all over the habited world;
highrises leaning away
from the present situation

lost in the same thought looping

Mina händer är två J 29:or
som flyger i rote
över 1950-talet

my toes carefully treading the moment

My hands are lizards
on the walls of a public toilet
in the waning days of the Shah
by the road between Kerman and Bam
as I squat to shit,
careful not to dirty my feet