high-five

they build walls
and give us names

to create an impression
of privacy

though the distance
seems to vary
we're all at the
same exact spot

called here

.

in midst of gray december
i saw a butterfly
fragile as hair
immortal
for a fraction
of second

.

another morning

swallow the lump

put on the dancing shoes

break a leg

.

i dream of my obituary
being printed on the pages
of every magazine known

full of praise
and a tragic eulogy
of what the world
had missed

pity,
he could have stopped
the icebergs from melting

.

the toe doesn't decide

what the rest of the body does

but there's a kind of democracy

a firefly doesn't illuminate

a sunken heart

but i'm sending you this

.

i expect the rice

to be perfectly cooked

if i'm going to have to

beg for it

.

hell-o-wean this year:
no trick of treat
just random strangers
ringing at my door
pleading

a map

endure
the lack

ignite
dysfunction

believe
in reasons

assume
control

do
the drill

.

'only if you were an ordinary kid,' he said

as if he had had nothing to do

with what had become of me

and maybe that was

exactly so

.

o moon, tonight
the soup is thick
and the doves have gone
i'm sitting here by myself,
wondering

please tell me
was there ever
such thing
as point of return?

.

the ad says:
foot care - 55 euros
who the hell pays that kind of money
for someone caressing their feet
or whatever they intend to do

busloads of young army soldiers
returning for weekend vacation
some one of them already has
a girl in his arm

i'm glimpsing the ground
for empty beer cans
one gets 15 cents a piece
if one returns them to the shop
(this is how i save the world)

i can't handle finances
but i sure can handle poverty
relatively well
by turning it into poetry

one day i'll dream of money

.

there is an all-pervasive loneliness

like an invisible thread

running through everything

a haunting tune
amidst all the people

amidst all the empty silence

you know it

you know it in your heart

you know it in your gut

never to abandon

but to subside

for a moment's distraction

the duck knows it

so does the squirrel

and the lost souls smiling

at the terraces of summer

all-pervasive loneliness

not so bad

at times a little sad

but not so bad

not at all

.

'a human  being
consists of soft fuzzy stuff'
first aid instructor told me that
after that i haven't found
a better definition
for a human being

when my guts started
to push out of my groin
i thought:
'this is new'

years of contemplation
on old age, disease and death
and i'm devastated

'let's cut it open,
push the stuff back in
and stitch it back together'
they say it somehow so merrily

and i started to think
about the surgeons
what kind of people
cut other people?
i wouldn't want
to know him/her/xyz personally
that could be distracting

may the needles
puncture the spines
accurately
and may the surgeons
whistle a tune
while orchestrating
the symphonies of blade

.

all this talk
all this striving
to 'be one's self'

like it was merchandise
or a trick to be taught
on a week-end workshop
like there was a choice
to be, or not to be

all the self-help classes,
meditation groups,
healing groups

maybe she kept going
through all that trouble
because after all
she was a bit
arrogant bastard
with a too grandiose image
of her-
self

maybe that's the central reason
spawning entire industries
of mental couching
and psychiatric fast-food

it takes one to know one
you wouldn't believe
the measures i've gone
to save my prescious soul

no
sane
person
would do that

period.

so quoting jack:
let's just live, travel,
adventure, bless
and don't be sorry

.

somebody broke rome

i don't think it was his intention

it took a while to build, so they say
but man, you should have seen it go

pulverized,
with one great crash
like that plane
that flew on pentagon
woosh - gone
that's some high-tech warfare

but by accident...

sometimes these things do happen
it tells a lot about people
how do they take it
their investment

not your lucky day, boy

but see that?
that's a silver lining

somebody broke rome...

not me

.

good morning
nothing's yet happened
a decade old matcha
seems to still work
no heartrace, just
a bit of clarity
the sun is shining
but the chills...
you know the chills
i'm fortifying
they're approaching
i've had many embraces
of warmth, fading now
it's my poverty
that will save me
'cause blessed
are the poor
in spirit
isn't that
what they wrote?

.

when i die

bury my remains

where only those

that are lost

can find

may my heart give there

a moment's consolation

for those who are alone

.

so you want to smoke dmt?

try hernia

try romance

try poverty

you want to see god?

take a big chunk

there's plenty more

where these come from

.

fully saturated
with the
indivisible
feel

sweet symbiosis
of defeat
and surrender

time slides like mist
to the neverland

'forever-land,'
said the friend

'you don't ever need
to come back'

.

urgent news
from the now
history is about
to repeat itself

.

rolling downhill
in a barrel
for all of our sins
idiot christ

.

shrink
to vain blank
white dream

do not fight
it's alright
just go to sleep

.

swallow yourself
like some bitter
medicine

take example
from the sun
smiling
while handling
its cash

eat the dreams
of your own cooking
have fun, enjoy

.

the perpetual motion
of moon relapsing

kyrgyzian cat with a shovel
praying in endless snow

death smoking cigarettes
in the waiting room

ripe fruits hanging
above our heads

*

taivaalta sataa rahaa. kylmää rahaa.
hohtavaa, kirkasta. raskasta,
märkää. kevyttä puuteria.

joku jätti portaat 
tekemättä.

.

the trick of nothing
is to nothing
while a little something

the wish of can't
is nowhere granted alive
nor is there anywhere
to be granted

the wish of relate
is to soul and strange
to resist and change

however of them all
is to bold and praise
for if there ever
was any, or will be

like perfect, sun

.

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.

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.

two (2) things othering
each like some
crystal madness
perpetuating
like children
innocent and alike
- - - cut - - -
all the why's and wherefore's
all the gone by and to come
voluntarily and with care
at tended and (even the
most unsure of)
- - - cut - - -
gut turned greatly
to newgut
you're very new you
says it goes
well,
now that we
- - - cut - - -
there never was a

.

through every all
to this
(where this here and
that there would meet)
wandering came my futile shoes
many, many
through so many and much
and all and yet this, i

not much to say
except all, passing
uncompromizing i
of the needle
through every all

touch cold
words, they know some
and there's a little comfort
in their very bone
for you

'

you make it happen
like the flower happens, miraculously
when the conditions are favourable
- unnoticeably, if no one notices

look, elegantly arranged
if you care to look, and regardless
very fragile the balance
of all creation

.

fragrance of an orchid
and the laughter, it's right
the roofs are packed with snow
and the sun hasn't risen yet

what's happening?
such beautiful, like the waters
yes, yes. dizzying
and pure goodness
let's eat and coffee

yet it hesitates, in secret
what if
what if something
something else
or what if after all?
certainly everything
at some point
why not

everything's always
about to happen
your hands are relatively small
my fingers are all broken
each one. nevermind

i don't know, it claims
though all things are obvious
we're simple like tiny specks
i'd like to say

.

the ground is good and hard
it is cool and damp and silent
ruthlessly honest and kind

no one falling
never missed the ground