PIRANHA STICKS:

What is it?
What are you looking for?
Sitting still with it,

A peaceful place,
Exact,
Precise,
Balance,
Harmony,

Momentum,
Travel,
Everything moving forward,
The distance covered,
A sense of achievement,
Sleeping on the carpet late at night with a take-away

(K)

FACE OF THE MOON:

Wake up!
Do it!
Howl!
Move!
Drift with the window down,

The sun,
And buzzing of insects,
Backroads,
Out of reach,
Out of sight,
Out of good ideas

(K)

SCRATCH THAT:

The sound you’re listening to,
Has nothing to do,
With the world you’re living in

(K)

RUBBER BONES:

Cool,
Awesome,
Afflicted by magic,
Swings in a hammock in the sun,

Fast,
Effective,
Wins local hearts,
Like a bell,

Put your hand over your eyes,
And make it go away,
What are you looking at me like that for?
I see you looking,
Don’t think I don’t,
I hear you talking about me,
I’m not stupid,
Don’t let this haircut fool you like it fools me

(K)

A BOWL OF BOOT LACE:

Segregate my sugar,
Make it talk,
My sweet stuff is not enough,
Just enough to make hair stand on end,
Sugarwater Mohican,
Speed walking Barista,
Disappears into the distance,
What’s in the bag today rebel boy?

(Listening to: Espen Berg Trio – ‘Bølge’)

(K)

A STICK AMONGST THE WEEDS:

Breath escapes the sound of traffic through glass,
Hair blown sideways by a wind that carries a call,
Something softer,
Greener,
An invitation to stop,
But nobody does,

Small dogs walked on leads,
Dance beneath tables,
Wondering why the world’s stopped walking,
Wagging flags,
Muscles memories,

Stories tumble out of mouths,
Waves of interwoven souvenirs,
Everything is good if you look at it like this,
With naked feet,
In little White pumps,

Eyes glance around the room,
Waiting for someone to deliver,
Excitement,
Blueberries,
Honey,
And don’t forget the nuts,

Shoulders expose through elaborate sleeves,
Civility,
Modesty,
Looking for someone to play with it,
A thrill,
And when you touch it,
It’s not as fluffy as you’d think,
Eyes looking for eyes to connect with

(Listening to: Frode Haltli – ‘Avant Folk’)

(K)

LOST & FOUND:

You’re whistling in the dark,
That’s a good song,
A slow bag slung across a shoulder,
Hair piled up like a storm cloud,
Blowing kisses,
Silence worn loose,

Keep moving,

I heard you say,
“Take it away”
But you stayed,
Are you beautiful?
Tell me,
Don’t be afraid

(K)