Category: Poems

As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.

  • I have seen things you do not wish to see, in any theatre, not even in war. Together we have seen & done what few could ever imagine, even inside these dream machines. The men emerging from cubicles with their dicks hanging limp & out. Or the couples fracking with impunity by the dance floor.…

  • You seem to believe that you have a right to live in a world where you still get paid one thousand times a day or even more for the three chords you banged out (by accident, might I add) on an ageing Casio synth in 1986, & which later on was used as an obscure…

  • i’m sitting here writing a poem (or at least pretending to) while a photographer shoots me with a wide-angle lens. of course it’s fake – this isn’t even my office, rather the media lab at yeonhui in north-west seoul, a thousand miles from home(s), months ago, a million species of weird- ness, like a bastardised…

  • Övergången

    First published in my chapbook Övergången in 2011 and republished online in Jacket2 in 2012. Read in Swedish.

  • Djungel

    This sound, that stinks of dirty sneakers (never boots, they’re meant for da smeris speaks of djungel, uprooted flowerpots (never flares, maybe strobelight analysis strewn across the asfalt like the remains (not the actual remains, mind, but echoes of tribal war, racial war – bloooood! Yeah, (not just like Junior Reid, more an actual song…

  • Mentasm

    if i may so bold as to ask what it is, oh professor … indeed you may (listen and learn young padawan here’s a formula to make a mentasm from scratch 1st, take a sawtooth, or even better: a lot of them yes professor, any help is appreciated, continue pls. k. I suggest you take…

  • TL;DR

    TL;DR = too long; didn’t read. Läs på svenska.

  • “Riverina”

    hills without trees and dried-up rivers intravenously wind their way through towns verging on sleepytime status as down in a park people light barbecues or play football ruckmen and rovers all blend into one in the twilight as seeing the ball gets harder noses get bruised laughter echoes down concrete canals from under leaves and…

  • Brace-face

    The day I got the braces put on my face was not the happiest day of my life, to be perfectly honest. In fact, it was horrible. The weather was wild and windy, and the procedure took about four hours. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. It hurt like hell. Once they…

  • Trending

    pls re-tweet & follow this if you can: CSI Fallujah trending, mission accomplished & war on terror continues unabated on the day obama died i was buying candles in abbottabad inadvertantly i liveblogged the whole damn cash transaction check your receipts, people – the asteroids have not landed she was a real mars crosser -…

  • I “Morten, who was not so good to English, wore oversized glasses that made his face look crooked, as if he had been punched, on a train, by some thug from Århus. We corresponded only very briefly, when we were both in primary school, but yesterday I felt his presence in the capital, København, like…

  • who to follow >>>> what to despise what to wear >>>> when to wear it when to ask >>>> where to ask it where to buy >>>> ‘n’ who to care? how to follow >>>> why to cringe why to cry >>>> who to sneeze at who to kill >>>> what to do it with…

  • Wireless

    This poem was published in Overland in 2012.

  • What is pedagogy?

  • The latest song of the week from Parry Gripp is a cheerful tribute to that baby monkey riding the mini pig … Our facility is USDA and FWC licensed and has over 20 years of experience. We are a wonderful facility, torturing the baby monkey and baby pig and laughing about it. The monkey clings…