March 5, Yet another poem about my dog

my dog wants to eat leftovers, and
maybe chase scooters across town

he wouldn’t know what to do with
one if he catched it.

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February 8, The Apocalypse

regardless of popular culture
our society will not end
in a flash of white
and the sound of thunder

it will not come in the shape
of a mushroom cloud

it will come quietly, gently
like an old friend
or a creepy uncle
bleached skin
smell like wet dog

force itself upon us,
slowly.

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

bye.

January 5, The Single Worst Industrial Disaster in the History of Mankind

almost thirty years
and one month
ago,
on December 3
during a year named
after a George Orwell novel
I was born
hurled into this world
from whatever came before
and thrust into the loving arms
of a farmer’s daughter,
a naval officer,
one overly protective sister

…and a REALLY BIG dog

meanwhile
methyl isocyanate
started leaking from
the Union Carbide pesticide plant
in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, India
killing more than
8,000 people outright
and injuring
over half a million people

the final death toll exceeded
23,000.

January 3, My 22 Pounds Sterling

I am fully aware,
that despite the fact
I consider my dog
to be an actual person
some people will never
be as enlightened
as I am

they will continue to
berate him
for doing such things as
biting their feet,
barking their ears
and defending me against
their affections

NO, SIR- AND/OR LADYBEAST,
YOU DO NOT TOUCH
MY MASTER YOU DON’T!

when he barks
it is always as loud as is
doggedly possible,
It hurts my ears in ways
I did not know anything
was capable of
thus, I must admit
I am never too far from dogicide
at that point in time

yet however,
still and
forever

he keeps me warm at night,
protecting me from
the nightmares of yesterday,
he plays the fiddle of my
affection
with ease

he is my dog fancy,
my 22 pounds sterling

my best friend
until the end.