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

Springwater

Lost language and hope

The ability to write

Madness looming together

With depression

Trying to keep my grip

Sun rising higher in the sky

Everyday now in the early frozen spring

Cold Winds

This is a bad time being me

Stressed out, no energy

Nervous and under pressure

Throwing up food

While running around trying

To get my life together again

I see no easy way out

Just feeling the cold wind

From the endless sea

Spring

The honest and unselfish

will lose out in this world

Just like the certainty that

Sunny days in spring

Will be replaced by

Cold nights

There is no hope for change

Only time will erode

The fundamentals down

To dust

I cannot solve it

Just being there

Creating no drama