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Dec. 2nd, 2023 08:31 amFREDRIK
cold cold cold
cold bath house
speaking in sorrow
ribersborg
Fredrik's last journey
it's a long streak
which has been withdrawn
why did it end
please sara get in touch
he is a part of
your and my memories
the tears are flowing
into the water there
which aches at
everyone who knew him
.
To my daughter Sara
You disappeared, you are no more
i miss you i miss you
on the train, on the bus, in the thoughts
where did you go ?
Lost, lost, emerged from the fog
questions seek answers
what are you doing?
Who do you meet instead?
Trying to understand,
but the stomach can't handle it
it aches far away
it's like an eternal walk,
that won't stop grinding
.
PILLS
Pills, trills, killers
many every day
my mother took for years
these not to think about
all that boring stuff
was she a housewife
food, food, food again food, then
it is failed
everyone said no then, no
the attention was total
we children did what we liked and suited
her denial was reflected in outbursts
that's what the pills did to her
we ran into ourselves
or out in the open
always want to be free, free, free…..from pills
.
soft soft hard hard
Soft, soft, cold, cold
crowded everywhere
hard, hard, hot, hot in the loft
ivy thrives in 6-packs
but alas, alas, alas
it is not possible to sleep on the sofa
what made me buy it
I regret it
Do not you knowIt's like living
in Lilla Mon in Loka
the summer cottage
there was a sauna
which got hot in no time
wood stove, soapstone oven
if it's tight
there is nothing like that here
it blows around the ears
only 15 degrees on the floor
the legs become stiff
how did they figure it all out
all other subtleties are hidden
the broadband socket is under the stairs
the cork cabinet in the wardrobe
out with all the clothes
remove two ribs
now you can open it
I go around every corner
up the stairs 10 steps, down on your knees
the head gets stuck in the ceiling
1.50 m high, sigh
I always walk with my head down
good day, good day
it's cozy up there anyway
come and say hi
so you can understand
movie time every night
early in bed
goodnight
.
Uttran is my place in Stockholm
with blueberries and chanterelles
Malmö came in between for a year
but 50 years in Botkyrka beats most
the longing is real, stop chasing
the forest, the forest, the forest, pulled in one
Art school in textiles -71-74
Waldorf teacher training
employed at Michael School in Nyköping
the children's loom is my best friend
as well as the students used it
when I taught the textile classes
linen yarn, carpet rags, buttons, beads
drawings, recycling
it never ends
.
7 died bam, bam, bam….
My best friend in leukemia
my husband was first out and his brother and his sister
Curre, Henry, Siv, aunt, mother, aunt
Astrid, Alva, Dagmar
I went with Gunvi to Åland for a funeral
to her friend, very popular
65 people came on this sunny day
the heavens opened and received everyone
even my dead, who did not get a burial
the priest understood, she was lyrical
and the mouth received the information
we stood still together outside,
just like a minute of silence
then everyone came out
and put flowers on the urn in the hill
.
Newly moved in on Friday, October 13 -23
Screws in the door handle and in the floor scraper are missing
the toilet leaks
the heat which? 17 degrees indoors
slept all night anyway in Attefall
the refrigerator drawer is stuck
that's enough, that's enough
the cord for the crystal chandelier hangs down like a jump rope
is there any trick to stop all that?
Two glasses in a crash at night
spilled coffee at full speed
the power went out at 6.25
buns in the oven
cold air draws in from the door
the dryer works, but it is broken at the seller
.
quiet
My father was called quiet Jonsson
I was quiet until I was 40
when braces made laughter accessible
a crooked tooth, do you have half a tooth,
was the comment from the student at the school
the mouth was crooked
memories were skewed
the lip hung
mom said quietly the whole time
draw, draw, draw in class
sew, sew, weave, weave, knit, knit girl
two ones in Swedish,
but I entered Konstfack in textile
then I didn't want to be an artist
out into the world and talk, talk, talk
no longer a solo artist
teach all my knowledge,
which was in every cell in the fingers and in the body
all the children from different countries,
they see, write, write
poem upon poem, not every day,
but when the memories and the experience pass by
then I live in the present
cold cold cold
cold bath house
speaking in sorrow
ribersborg
Fredrik's last journey
it's a long streak
which has been withdrawn
why did it end
please sara get in touch
he is a part of
your and my memories
the tears are flowing
into the water there
which aches at
everyone who knew him
.
To my daughter Sara
You disappeared, you are no more
i miss you i miss you
on the train, on the bus, in the thoughts
where did you go ?
Lost, lost, emerged from the fog
questions seek answers
what are you doing?
Who do you meet instead?
Trying to understand,
but the stomach can't handle it
it aches far away
it's like an eternal walk,
that won't stop grinding
.
PILLS
Pills, trills, killers
many every day
my mother took for years
these not to think about
all that boring stuff
was she a housewife
food, food, food again food, then
it is failed
everyone said no then, no
the attention was total
we children did what we liked and suited
her denial was reflected in outbursts
that's what the pills did to her
we ran into ourselves
or out in the open
always want to be free, free, free…..from pills
.
soft soft hard hard
Soft, soft, cold, cold
crowded everywhere
hard, hard, hot, hot in the loft
ivy thrives in 6-packs
but alas, alas, alas
it is not possible to sleep on the sofa
what made me buy it
I regret it
Do not you knowIt's like living
in Lilla Mon in Loka
the summer cottage
there was a sauna
which got hot in no time
wood stove, soapstone oven
if it's tight
there is nothing like that here
it blows around the ears
only 15 degrees on the floor
the legs become stiff
how did they figure it all out
all other subtleties are hidden
the broadband socket is under the stairs
the cork cabinet in the wardrobe
out with all the clothes
remove two ribs
now you can open it
I go around every corner
up the stairs 10 steps, down on your knees
the head gets stuck in the ceiling
1.50 m high, sigh
I always walk with my head down
good day, good day
it's cozy up there anyway
come and say hi
so you can understand
movie time every night
early in bed
goodnight
.
Uttran is my place in Stockholm
with blueberries and chanterelles
Malmö came in between for a year
but 50 years in Botkyrka beats most
the longing is real, stop chasing
the forest, the forest, the forest, pulled in one
Art school in textiles -71-74
Waldorf teacher training
employed at Michael School in Nyköping
the children's loom is my best friend
as well as the students used it
when I taught the textile classes
linen yarn, carpet rags, buttons, beads
drawings, recycling
it never ends
.
7 died bam, bam, bam….
My best friend in leukemia
my husband was first out and his brother and his sister
Curre, Henry, Siv, aunt, mother, aunt
Astrid, Alva, Dagmar
I went with Gunvi to Åland for a funeral
to her friend, very popular
65 people came on this sunny day
the heavens opened and received everyone
even my dead, who did not get a burial
the priest understood, she was lyrical
and the mouth received the information
we stood still together outside,
just like a minute of silence
then everyone came out
and put flowers on the urn in the hill
.
Newly moved in on Friday, October 13 -23
Screws in the door handle and in the floor scraper are missing
the toilet leaks
the heat which? 17 degrees indoors
slept all night anyway in Attefall
the refrigerator drawer is stuck
that's enough, that's enough
the cord for the crystal chandelier hangs down like a jump rope
is there any trick to stop all that?
Two glasses in a crash at night
spilled coffee at full speed
the power went out at 6.25
buns in the oven
cold air draws in from the door
the dryer works, but it is broken at the seller
.
quiet
My father was called quiet Jonsson
I was quiet until I was 40
when braces made laughter accessible
a crooked tooth, do you have half a tooth,
was the comment from the student at the school
the mouth was crooked
memories were skewed
the lip hung
mom said quietly the whole time
draw, draw, draw in class
sew, sew, weave, weave, knit, knit girl
two ones in Swedish,
but I entered Konstfack in textile
then I didn't want to be an artist
out into the world and talk, talk, talk
no longer a solo artist
teach all my knowledge,
which was in every cell in the fingers and in the body
all the children from different countries,
they see, write, write
poem upon poem, not every day,
but when the memories and the experience pass by
then I live in the present
