:blackrose:
JUHANI AHVENJÄRVI and his absurd black humour:
"The disappearance of memory resembles emptiness.
many people fall ill with it.
The ambulance sings quietly
in the sand-pit"
Now
by JUKKA KOSKELAINEN
"I've expelled demons from my door, I'm ready for exile,
ready to see Shangri-La, the sand and dust of the barrio.
I'm ready to face the one I no longer hear from.
The year was hard. Time doesn't heal all wounds.
Smoke coils through the alleys, curtains are smirched with soot.
I have changed sides in secret, denied old relations.
I don't want the old rites, not really, I don't miss
Genghis Khan or the other kill