Summer in Sweden

light infuriating the room / distorted guitars and black metal / cold boy with american heart / spat in thousand faces and mine / diavolo and skean dhu / scotching I, and Then / rökning dödar is such sweet serenade / I drown and band did not make it / museet and monotype modern / or handwritten wall text / lumberjacks with axes to grind / masking tape for cracks / a demon in my hand.

On a neck, on a spit

My messenger in disguise

makes up for short goodbyes

You can't come home again

Each time is different

And the yards around your feet

fall away while you're asleep

Each day, spend it with me now,

All my time, spend it with me, but

each day I spend with you now

all my time I spend with you, but

out here no one can hear me.

[g.b.]