Thursday, 8 August 2013


I am giddy as kittens
snorting at screens

giddy as kittens
on roundabouts
barfing into
tiny paper airplanes

all of this is foolish
all of this is as expected  
as sunspots

all my syntax is
gone to Swedish

all my backbreakers
are snapping

hej, write me back
a screed of interrobang
and quesclamations

wire me confetti
wrapped in pantylace

I am drunk on a hand
on the throat / I am

giddy and ready
to be shot
with my very
own gun

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