The buzzing fly through the room
winds a swirling thread,
slowly dissolving behind it
A motorcycle engine outside rages
inside its enclosure of steel,
leaving but a muffled rumble
for the street scene
You can't detect the hard-ons
of the men on the sidewalks
Some modern ensemble pieces
feel like making love
with your clothes on
The itch changes pitch
I wear my skin
like some fancy Dior robe
from the 1950s
My skeleton slips
into its meat muffler
without further ado
I tilt the mug,
but the coffee surface stays level,
obeying stronger wills than mine;
a due dance
of style and grace;
electric light
from my reading lamp
bouncing off the black surface
of coffee,
tapping lightly across the sphere
of my eyes,
clicking their eyelid heat shields
against the onslaught of visions
Nere i centrum väller dagsljuset oförvällt
över stenläggningen
Downtown daylight flows
unparboiled over the cobblestones
The dominant life form marches
on its hind legs
through its habitats;
its innumerable city condensations
Each individual of this breed
imagines itself being something more
than the sum of its organs
It's an invasive race;
an ignorant and presumptuous species
Ridiculously far down my life expectancy
I see my thoughts from a distance;
a gang of neighborhood kids
dancing down a country road
to the swaying and swirling ney
of Hassan Kassai