Religious & Mentally Ill
The horses stand naked
at -25°C, chewing hay,
without freezing
I walk in the body's cold storage
and photograph the Moon,
my skeleton illuminated
by impersonal time,
my past parents fluttering
their uneasy attempts;
my children simply wasted efforts;
my own inconsistency
a prevailing idea
I sit seated,
in the driver's seat
The cat sings
in the grip of death
The walls accommodate the rooms
with both short & long sides
The world unfolds
in cars & buses,
like frightened cockroaches
at Blackwell Apartments in Dallas
The houses roar in the wind
The mentally ill polish taboos
with the righteous
The religious trudge
in circular reasoning
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2023-12-29 at 11:20
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