MathiasBallsten
Writing
Too Early, December 1st
Her brain needs its own pagoda! / Yellow leaves swirl around it. / Red leaves swirl around. / The basement is packed with schemes that she’s hatched / and they get all mushy whenever it rains. /…
How to Kill a Folk Singer
Buy him a jeep / A tuxedo / Make him forget
& the Aggrovators
King Tubby surely / Was so far ahead of his time / He’s not even born yet
Still Room for Pie
I ate my own weight in nectar that night, at my cousin’s house. / On to panda burgers and face-of-seal. / Artichoke infants freshly strangled / With their own umbilical chords. / Dolphin ravioli…
Tell-tale
I kid you not / Just look at how hairy they all are / This must be from the 80’s
What I Learned in the Temple Ruins
If you keep licking the skull, / its crystal eyes / will melt to sugar / and pus / for you to collect and / to cherish / as the most secret part / of your family recipe.
