The Turkey has tangoed its course.

It is a time of the Butterflies.

This nightmare has to end

I never had that much to say,
save Don’t call me before nine
in the morning,
ten in the evening

Time here is a utility,

In between I roam the streets,
making a virtue
of our necessities, and preaching
the Gospel of Lorca

with no one waiting for me, but many
still expecting – your days will pass
well without my help

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posted : Monday, April 9th, 2012

tags : city desire lorca love night streets time resolution

Catbird Seat

I never have fun, I’m never bored
but I still got some hunger in me

It’s 4:20 and I’m home getting high
on Rivera paintings, my little notes,
the bare wallpaper and waiting

I cry for the love I meet
not the ceremonies that surround us

This is my little kingdom
of morphine and matter and maybe
memories

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posted : Monday, October 11th, 2010

tags : english rivera home love drugs memory longing

Ursa Major Redux

In memoriam. Dennis Hopper löysi valokuvansa,
palaneet kaksoisolennot 
tähdeltä Hämeenkadulla,
perusti baarin Eiraan – on hiljaista, asiakkaat varisseet 
metallipölyksi,
feromoneiksi ja mullaksi.

Öisin hän muistaa kolme onnellista
vuorokauttaan Kaliforniassa.

Ursa Major Redux

In memoriam. Dennis Hopper löysi valokuvansa, palaneet kaksoisolennot tähdeltä Hämeenkadulla, perusti baarin Eiraan – on hiljaista, asiakkaat varisseet metallipölyksi, feromoneiksi ja mullaksi.

Öisin hän muistaa kolme onnellista vuorokauttaan Kaliforniassa.

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posted : Monday, May 31st, 2010

tags : dennis_hopper california helsinki bar suomi night happiness

Strangeness and Charm

There’s only one thing I know of
that can hurt you

I love girls with lipstick
and matching fingernail polish
and black hair with green eyes and the New Yorker,

on a fake café table
with slice of foreboding,
pecan pie and a cup of espresso
and endless stream of airships
from Coalbrookdale

This longing fills my much needed void,
the room I never knew existed

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posted : Sunday, January 10th, 2010

tags : new_york_city cafe coalbrookdale desire english foreboding lipstick longing love airship coffe

Kerron teille tytöstä

Pesen kuluneen yön iholtani,

samalla hetkellä emme tiedä
missä olemme,
mihin olemme menossa,

meillä ei ole muuta
kuin tämä ihmisen epävarmuus

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posted : Saturday, January 9th, 2010

tags : suomi

I didn’t feel the way it seemed like I might feel

  • The proverbial butterflies.

  • The desire to have her think well of me.

  • The desire to lay myself out beside her.

  • The desire for the world to see her next to me.

  • The flittering conviction that she in fact is the whole world.

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posted : Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

tags : english

I Try Not To Believe

Tell me about your high heels
traveling through time.
Tell me how to stay in touch,
how to become a shadow, or a light spot.

I doubt our book selves
would’ve been compatible,
the boredom of your topless nights
on my bed in your red panties
reading Sartre

The bottomless nights of my girls of ill repute,
the improbable dreams

Our lives lack formative events,
our bodies were so thin
we got bruised making love

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posted : Saturday, December 5th, 2009

tags : english

Todet ja olennot #1

Näistä olennoista tosia ovat vain ääriviivat,
suorat katseet jotka kertovat etten voi
toistaa mennyttä

Tuon varastin Bob Dylanilta,
Leonard Cohenilta varastin
naismaun, Lou Reediltä
Nicon puhelinnumeron

Ehkä hänen ja kahden portain
maalatun seinän välissä
voin vihdoin hengittää

Onkohan
Lou Reedillä
koskaan hikka?

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posted : Saturday, December 5th, 2009

tags : suomi