And there are a thousand waves

He wants to fall between them and

drift downwards but he still

Feels the wind.

He tries to remember

Conflict in Sweden

In dreams, King Karl

is a great military leader.

Unable to kill his rival,

He was strangled to death

By his troops.

Unable to cop a field,

His mistress moved

To Japan.

Boris feels sad

For King Karl

And wishes for freedom and

Peace and Sweden.

I am terrible with names and caught beneath

Whatever space and time leaves behind.

You are the size of your pantry shelves

Because anything bigger would be

An inconvenience, which you are

Most of the time.

Let’s find a log cabin somewhere.

It’s only there that we can forget about day jobs and

Seasonal depression. Our angst melts like the snow

When you start catching our dinner and I

Mend your socks and learn to kill mice.

We will get more in touch with the nature

We bend it to our wills.

Baby deer reenact scenes from Bambi

When we get bored, and we are bored so often.

In the evenings you polish your gun.

I scrub away in the kitchen unable

To sit still so close to so much

Potential destruction.

But these days you can only make love

When it’s propped against the bed frame.

Come close by stables

And closer to horses than

Ever before.

The horses have large nostrils

They breathe louder than tractors.

And sit by Jamaica.

Please, roll in the tropics

Because everything is an

Island adventure, but

Not everything is as refreshing

As pineapple.

Now, stand by large forest

And be a constant reminder

Of tarantulas and large snakes.

It is not the jungle,

But, obviously, it could be.