Awakening

Stepping out into the real world

It’s cold as ice in the middle of summer

Shadowy and shrank,

Fake and pretentious

Breeding the rotten stench

That is real, reality

Frozen death in a box

Cold Love

Dreaming in the cold

White night

Of summer

Love is cold

Like ice in the summer

Love is cool

Emotions frozen

Frozen yogurt

Will not

Keep you warm

At night

Cold Morning Music

Frozen hope is in one way

Better than no hope

Coming to my abandoned

Room realising that

My life has been

Wasted and that

I could not do anything

About it

The music plays on

Madness on Ice

There are many mad ways to die

One is to walk on thin ice

In the end of the winter

Every year people drowns in the cold water

A way to die that is very avoidable

Most of those who die has not prepared

Themselves with tools like ice nails

to get out of the water

And clothes put in a plastic bag to put on

Your frozen body, They might get panic or do not

know that you have to spread your weight, crawling

Away from the hole in the thin ice

Not walking away and falling through again

The Rugged Man

Ruffling through and around

About to do something illegal

While being terrible drunk

I am here and always part of

The picture

The city can’t live without

My breath or reek of alcohol

And sometimes amphetamine

Keeps me going

My life will eventually be cut short

By the cold and the drugs

Maybe Jesus will save me

Maybe not,

When I am gone someone

Else almost identical

Will replace me

Draconian

Cold and hopeful

Flowers of the Baltic

In early spring

Pretending not to live

Where the land is closer to the

North Pole than Spain

April

Noisy birds, strong white light

The sun is turning the tide,

Black earth and white snow

Mixing, sealing off retreating

To the safety of the library

Growing knowledge and a beard