Swedish

August 10

They cannot relate to
this flesh
eating itself away like bacteria
A foreign settler a pioneer
doomed to strangle the eastern wind
the hurricane of autumn
Crows scream in the backyard
the cats know
and the raindrops fall like rocks
In the four walls of marriage
the curse ricochets like a stray bullet
hollow like her brain
One step leads to the next
in the hallway of malevolence
and so it all withers
I go to sleep in Little Havanna
my mind walks the thulean forests
in my REM-sleep
I awake an ancient skald
I went to bed a simple man
I close my eyes in exile and seek within
They eat their lizards with greed
clouds are thick as vomit and English smog
I am back in Raskolnikov mode
They argue matter in their grinding wheels
I haven’t been home for a thousand days
let us travel with Doctor Lidenbrock
One step leads to the next
the snowfall preceeds the avalanche
prepare for cold.

Contextual criticism of our being
would be that we are idiots in our own right
standing in paralysis
like a quail in the grand canyon
looking at a gloomy sky
listening to sweeping wind
lying before our eardrums
now sickened and appalled by the icons
of the western sphere
all rot denominations and orders
juiced up on political revival
and government gunshots gunshots gunshots
while we are but men with hatchets in forests how foolish to think 
-“the world is not bought”
how ignorant to presume
-“all people are not shit”
instead we brake their broomsticks in half
then decorate our soil with their talmudic potions
and the reflected image of their black pope
indwelled in the children of our tribe trough the plague of their lies
attempting to enslave the human
I chew up their bullets and laugh 
I tell them “that’s all you have?”
then I die the Cuban death

In the Norwegian church in Florida

A Danish man tells that his first love
was a finnish cleaning lady with a knife in her purse
at a hotel in Helsingør 1974
I take a mouthful of steaming coffee and nod listening
translating his accent into swedish
palm trees outside wallow in the wind
blue stained glass surrounds us
and bouquets of white lilies
beneath the portrait of the princess

Youth


With gypsy friends in the brick ghetto
A closet built recording studio and a new mic
After six beers and a cup of coffee
Cigarettes and valium 
Successfully self-medicated
Beat making and freestyling
A christian painting on the closet wall
With doves and broken handcuffs 
Home made tattoos in my skin like snake bites
We had hidden plantations and vandalism fines
Park bench hangouts by the grill
Robbery interrogation on a Thursday
Praying at night in the swedish no-go zone
With a gold crucifix from a pawn shop
Around my rough neck