Catch The Wind
Offered all the music
on all the majors,
I go out and catch the wind
Choking on self-pride,
I venture into my emptiness
and weep
My friends all gathered,
I go looking for a foe
My lifestyle becoming self-evident,
I break the rules
Strong and well-trained,
a tiny thought brings me down
Body traveling north or south,
mind goes south or north
Looking at everything,
I see myself,
looking at myself,
everything appears
My brain is a place in space,
space is where I think
Life is a transparent mirror,
time is a falling notion
Nowhere is endless,
right here travels fast
Every face grows a name,
the letters stumble at the mouth
My body murmurs
at the end of the line,
the wind catches my breath
In the storm of my mistakes,
I reef my sails
and drift stubbornly
All my girlfriends
rise out of the diaries
and wither like old mushrooms
My willingness to cooperate
warms itself by defiance
My obstinacy thrives
in the ordinary
It rubs uncomfortably
that so many celebrities
are caught by what they can get
Everything
is all that's left
I pat my belly
and count the years
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2022-04-29 at 00:15
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