Triage

Waking up an early morning

The light is the same

Everything else is different

The selection of people has started

Being very obvious still surprising

We are numbered, separated

Then going back to our normal life

Pretending it never happened

Some of being gone though

The old and infirm

Especially hiding in the shadow

Avoiding attention

The Words

I have no hope and no fear

Just a feeling of being free

Free like Kazantzakis

Reading the writings on the dirty wall

Long time ago in Heraklion, Crete

A game of words

Leading to this conclusion

Still so tempting for

The tired mind

Ending the Relationship

Anxiety cannot help

It only tells you to run

Run quickly

Everything more complex

Than that anxiety will not solve

Anything

But here I am running around

Prepared to leave

Without money or anything else

Needed to live

Just starting all over again

The No Love City

I travel through the gray

City of no love

Greed and need built this town

Work and fear kept this place

For the power of the king by the grace of God

It Forced the people together

Poverty and starvation

Misery and the will to work

And here we are in the

Big gray city

Where love has died

Still it is very pretty

A honey trap for

The fly

Life is Fear

Fear is a strange thing

Part biology, part psychology

Controlling our life

Making us change sidewalks

Now and then

All our actions is controlled by fear

Lost Prehistory

Anxiety is so irrational

Still in prehistoric times

It helped us to survive

Now it is hard to respond

To the threat that is so much

More complex

But there might be a compleatly

Different story

Playfulness

We felt the Disruption and

A frustration of the given order

That was slowly collapsing

In front of our eyes

The winter kept us safe

Stable

“Saving a little life in dry tubers”

Now that the winter was gone

The Spring of darkness in January

Spreading its demonic joy

While the polar vortex

Was fighting in the north

Our life took a different

Direction

Feeding the chaos and anxiety

Messing up our perfect

Spot on the planet

We could resist but choose

To go mad and join the game