Lars Palm


Ten Poems

a night too
cold for early
october sitting in

a frozen
plastic
chair breathing

fire

*

& again the

sound of marching

                boots
traps

*

cluster
bomb me

cluster
fuck

government

*

drive a city

drive a night
drive a bus
drive a point

*

how long is your nose
pinocchio

can you see the tip
                of her tongue?

*

mined field

bomb

grenades

did you save some
thing to the hard

drive

i see no thing

*

old lady
judges

bums
stars

share the side
walk

*

say grace

grace

yeah what
now?

*

the sounds of
an ethnically

cleansed small
town at

night aren't all
that

*

walking the goat

screening nightly acts

changing the way the word sleeps

stoning other people's feet

finding & killing

Lars Palm edits skicka and has a blog called mischievoice.

 
 
 
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