Current Residence: Sweden|
Favourite cartoon character: Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth
Red, Yellow, Orange etc.A fire was burning brightly at the back of a man's jacket.Red, Yellow, Orange etc. by Cloudhorn
I punched him a few times, hard, open hand.
He hadn't noticed the fantastic fire burning on his back.
He had been looking at the sky, which was fire as well.
Valborg here wasn't like it was further down south,
but there were fireworks to light the evening.
I noticed the fire
it burned brilliantly
Just started there for no reason
at the middle of his back,
rather glowing as it went down,
flaming as it swallowed the fabric.
It burned in red, and orange, and yellow,
but not in blue.
There wasn't enough heat for blue.
I realized this.
It didn't burn blue so the blue couldn't mix with the yellow and burn green.
I was annoyed.
He yelled at me when I put out the fire.
I didn't want to provoke him any further though.
I just stared at him,
tried to make my eyes vacant.
I had saved his life
I knew I had.
Oh HelenaI am not the same bittersweet child of the 90'sOh Helena by flummo
who took you by the hand and told you ravens
belong at the scene of the crime as I
belonged with you.
I am the one who pledged to carry fire in my bones
that I might be the one to save the world
because something in me cries out "rebel, rebel"
but I am a fighter in stasis; a dispassionate dancer.
I can see miles into the sun
and it is not like love or glory, not as bright as
they would have you believe, and now I think
that there should be more stars than this.
I want to carry my dreaming into the dark with me
and trade secrets in the half-light
because when your story is not told, you do not exist
and god, oh god, I am dying to live.
I might be an old soul in the body of a flightless bird
and I might be as young as this land
and would that I could confess to the frailty of bravery
but I still believe in recklessness; I still walk barefoot.
I will tell you of the weather and of how
it doesn't wait, or consider
or deserve umbrellas