January 16, Ode to my Neighbour

I reject your everyday life

I reject your right to a full night’s sleep

I hate your pounding noises on my roof

I belittle the value of your experience

I do not think that what you do means anything at all

your job is of no significance in the larger context

what you do does not have any positive effect on society

you are an everyday person

8-5 is another word for Hell

yes, my dog ​​barks. Deal with it

you live in the center of the inner parts
of Sweden’s third largest city

pull yourself together

move to the country if you want a full night’s sleep

you stupid bastard

I love my dog

more than I value your whole fucking existence

his individual strands of hair matter

more than your breath

so fuck off and die

you mean as much to me

as a grain of sand

to David Hasselhoff



January 8, My City

fair enough is my defense
as I ache for release from the mediocre

my city is a young person
chest hurts when it breathes
surrounding midnight winter fog
makes us let go of our prejudice
but not our pretension
it heals us
moves like a hebrew haiku
this close
whispering sweet collective dreams into our ears
maybe this time will be different
maybe this time will be the one

maybe these times were born to howl these ballads.