MOST PEOPLE

blues man’s symphonies

howling wolves, drunken dreams

feel the wrath

find the combination

of this safe

she wanted more

or maybe less

all the same
you get up to be someone

but you come down when everyone disbelieves

in your methods and sandcastles

hear lovesongs in jägershots

in bathroom sex in divebars

they run good game on you

you take a boat ride

google it the old fashioned way
pen and paper

songs and paintings

oracles and barefoot philosophers

you see where it leads you

write war books

jump in cold streams

wash your balls while gasping in horror

squirrels and foxes play survival

teenagers break love in swamps of cum

drive like an f1 champion

crash like a dictator’s last act

dust flying everywhere

find an old piano

inside it there are dead flowers

the floors are creaky

ghosts hung themselves

with irony and shame

every man dies a poet

time gangbangs my pride

these finnish summers 

are a lost soul’s paradise