MMXXII · 2022

20 poems from this year.

01 Those very white snows night after night soundlessly Those very white snows night after night soundlessly burned under the moon and remembered the cold of winter's antibodi… MMXXII
02 A high-voltage song straight into your ears, tune in to the wave A high-voltage song straight into your ears, tune in to the wave and carefully listen to the current. Shake the sky, sc… MMXXII
03 You dream of dissolving in the crowd, you get closer in the moment, you bleach the grey out of sleepy faces You dream of dissolving in the crowd, you get closer in the moment, you bleach the grey out of sleepy faces on a workin… MMXXII
04 The cat went missing, a dog turned up. Life — a skew off the norm: you can roll off with no wheels The cat went missing, a dog turned up. Life — a skew off the norm: you can roll off with no wheels onto the wrong road.… MMXXII
05 So slowly and carefully your world presses So slowly and carefully your world presses right in under my skin: in swells and hopelessly swims and blazes reason. It… MMXXII
06 This heart is a thousand years old, he isn't like other people. Yesterday you decided to shed light on him, This heart is a thousand years old, he isn't like other people. Yesterday you decided to shed light on him, but spilled… MMXXII
07 And the phosphorus burning in bones, and the sharp dirk of thought will help, while I'm a guest at yours, And the phosphorus burning in bones, and the sharp dirk of thought will help, while I'm a guest at yours, to steal, ste… MMXXII
08 You see, how they burn in the night and pour light out You see, how they burn in the night and pour light out over the stars, dancing the boogie-woogie in freshly pressed dre… MMXXII
09 People are like islands: White sand will greet you, but in fact it's water all over the place: People are like islands: White sand will greet you, but in fact it's water all over the place: a drain for sharp rocks… MMXXII
10 A rattlesnake's rattle Filled my hands with lead, Melancholy's favourite girlfriend, A rattlesnake's rattle Filled my hands with lead, Melancholy's favourite girlfriend, Because of her all day I keep sile… MMXXII
11 I walked on Primrose. It was Dusk. On the hill that here I walked on Primrose. It was Dusk. On the hill that here is called just — Hill. A steam engine hooted Out of sirens and… MMXXII
12 I'll brush the paranoia off, Without eating a single pill, I'll chase it down with time, I'll brush the paranoia off, Without eating a single pill, I'll chase it down with time, Sit the past on my knees. But… MMXXII
13 For hundreds of years one and the same question Who we really are For hundreds of years one and the same question Who we really are A stump, a mouse's tail Or people of great faith? We… MMXXII
14 Smashing into constellations on the march, night is late for the visit. today it got a century older, Smashing into constellations on the march, night is late for the visit. today it got a century older, the pond round th… MMXXII
15 They left in white And said goodbye to everyone in silence, They left in white And said goodbye to everyone in silence, Not looking around for meaning, As if they feared someone's… MMXXII
16 In the head, right at the bottom, They quietly registered me. Then I'll live in a dream, In the head, right at the bottom, They quietly registered me. Then I'll live in a dream, Since they drove me out of wak… MMXXII
17 How beautifully you stand here, and you even make me How beautifully you stand here, and you even make me a little afraid. From your crown the wind shamelessly stole the la… MMXXII
18 In the darkness that never once saw a morning The rays of a black sun Reminded me of gleam, the shimmer of mother-of-pearl, In the darkness that never once saw a morning The rays of a black sun Reminded me of gleam, the shimmer of mother-of-pe… MMXXII
19 You turned into someone else's block. Darkness shorted the street lamp out, and it, throwing crackle around, You turned into someone else's block. Darkness shorted the street lamp out, and it, throwing crackle around, was going… MMXXII
20 Morning. Coffee. A hangover in the rain makes an umbrella useless. Morning. Coffee. A hangover in the rain makes an umbrella useless. You're off the grid. The phone rings. And someone yo… MMXXII

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