Poem 17

let’s leap, my dear
even to a derelict house
let’s leap
and get wrapped and wrapped
in our quirky grace
knees covered with a blanket
of silvery bees
let’s leap, my dear, let’s leap
throw caution to fire
prudence to salt
be trailblazers, take the risk of dare
my gift to you
is of no understanding
one, two, three steps,
let’s leap
and if you’re my change, be it

Top 10 Albuns of 2007

LCD Soundsystem - Sound Of Silver

Bill Callahan - Woke On A Whale Heart

Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, are You The Destroyer

David Vandaveer - Grace & Speed

Battles - Mirrored

Blackstrobe - Burn Your Own Church

Go-Team - Proof Of Youth

Kevin Ayers - The Unfairground

Klaxons - Myths Of The Near Future

Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala

Poem 16

like a change to come
a grip recoils a glimpse of hope
when starting to see a million possibilities
where there was none
i fall in love with an old song
and even if “torn between jupiter and apollo”
i will not account to anyone
a swagger, bold gesture, a swift manner
that entices the tip of my lips
conjures a pair of hazelnut eyes
so sweet and robbed of malice
and never an assortment of tea biscuits
has brought me so much mirth

Poem 15

a bad boy with a heart of gold
throws a dot of crimson jello
has the sun rises and the thunder cracks
if my backbone had been broken
maybe it all was cleared at once
that day you were away, I took your bed
in the morning, four times I washed my skin
tiny drops of you, fuzzy glow
a castle of ice cubes, a tray of jade
amazing whims, a jointure of swirls
a roaring fire, caged lion, and in no time
i would like to fully see what those trousers hide

Poem 14

that curious smile of yours intrigued me
i’m not distracted from my body
just keep myself away from disenchantment
showered with attention, charmed sweetly
still not liking to account to anyone
I started to perceive a thousand possibilities
- far more shinier – where nothing was
one foot on hold, maybe unwanted sadness
would creep again, I begin allowing
a sunnier, summery flare in
if for nothing more, for you

Poem 13

i liked it when there was share
in a confined space of debate
it was an extraordinary time
of genuine anger and defiance
no sentence was random
none of my books vulgar
a daily practice of speech
buttoned up in golden sealing-wax
twice a day, small talk
then, a night of wonders

Poem 12

come gather gratuitous grace
only for a few boyish, exalted and
tactful moments of stolen delight
may a wrong thing taste so good
and a nuisance to everybody be
a joyful bliss in leather seats
for a cast of spells and two drops of want
that wins a ride in a slippery slope
even if not all that glitters is gold
an hour of honey gestures
makes the deed but betrays reason
and if time would to still and apologies redeemed
the tale could had not been fully told
addressing time, will, wit to the
hasty but gentle discovery