3 Poems for August 3

August 3, 2012 § Leave a comment


Some people want to make
a saint out of me
I prefer something more
something like a victim
but without the sound





Exocity is wildly financed:

We horse longer
than girls
long for
we throw out
and harbor
while girls
boy with
become over-
sound under-
grounded shot
bodies in






Why do you always lie
about the riots
I was there I was searching
for my mom

-Johannes Göransson, from PILOT (“Johann the Carousel Horse”) Fairy Tale Review Press, 2008

Late addition – Poem for Thursday, May 31

June 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

from SOCKS


Darkness whirls
streaks of light, shadows
against people’s windows:
are you in?

Can’t you see?
the houses crouching for take-off,
the roads ready to rush up and
knock the streetlight-cops
to the ground.
Telephone wires dart to and fro
eager to catch stars!
are you in?

-Henry Parland, Ideals Clearance (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2007)
Translation by Johannes Goransson

Ideals Clearance

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