so i sat in the november light
and read The Last Poems
by Peter Lindforss
but i thought about Tom Cruise
while i read
a beautiful poem
about november
i thought about
Tom Cruise running
fast and muscular
and then i kept reading
the november poem
and it was sad
but Tom Cruise
is also sad sometimes
and everyone is a little sad
and it aint easy
to be a poet

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sad like a skyscraper, sad like a bird
sad like myself
my fucking self, sad sad sad
even though masturbation is real
and people are real
and Sunday mornings are real
this poem’s a dead corpse
trying to cry
but can’t move
cause of rigor fucking mortis

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sometimes when I brush my teeth
I look into my own eyes
and see another person there
yeah it’s me alright
but still, there’s something that happens
when you are completely relaxed
and brush your teeth on a tuesday night
after a boring swedish day
and you look at your own face
and that face is kind of distorted and weird
and you kinda keep quiet about it
and hope that the other one will too

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I actually care
who wins
the table tennis these days
I must be getting old
old like an old chair with
green worn-out fabric
I actually care
about the table tennis
and my energy bills
and the fucking dishwasher
please promise that you will come
and kill me
when I start to watch På spåret
or when I get a little ugly dog
that I walk around the house
while talking
to my neighbors
but make it easy on me
you need to be a little softer
on the trigger
than when I was younger
slow
but soft
that’s how I like it
nowadays