Zakkinen’s Blog

I put sticky notes
On items all around
Me - saying: “Don’t!”
Don’t use the phone
Don’t write a mail
Don’t try to make
Contact
Don’t!

I gave my kisses little legs,
So that like spiders they can climb
The steepest cliff, the mountains high.

I made my kisses coloured wings
On wich like birds they will soar
Up in the air, they’ll fly the sky.

I shaped my kisses shiny fins
Like slender fish they swim across
Oceans spreading far beyond the eye.

I built my kisses million scales
So like the snakes they sidle slowly
In desert sands so hot and dry.

But when they reach you in the end,
These never tiring travellers,
My love’s messengers they’ll need
None of these; they will just
Be what they are, evaporate,
Any you will know.

Sun outside
Blinds closed
Dancing dust
In a ray
Over the desk

Monotonous voice
Sketch birds
Plus mice
On an empty sheet
Paper with logo

Three coffee mugs
Ticking drops, time
Coagulating to
The syrupy consistency
Of tedium

Being a fool
Hurts
Me and you and them
And me again

I am awake
Feel
Pain and love and joy
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when i hope or
expect or just
wish and it
doesn’t come true
i hate and
despise having
hoped, expected or
wished at all
and as punishment
for this untolerable weakness
i cut a bit of happiness
out of my life

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I wished I weren’t, oh, so tired
I wished I were fresh, and inspired
O come my muse, how much I miss thee
Would you be here to hug and kiss me

I see flowers in winter’s grey
Sudden light in all the darkness
Like a warm, life-saving breeze
Does your scent linger on when
You are long gone and still
It fills my heart with pure joy

Thank you

The wind is blowing from the east
It’s bitter cold, it wakes the beast
The fierce old wolf of ancient times
And howling mingles with the chimes
Of christmas time

You wanted more than was allowed
Pale moon she hides behind a cloud
It’s time to pay now, settle score
Go out, don’t hide behind your door
Face night, face fate

Snowflakes touching frozen ground
Paw-prints, a growl, some muffled sound
The temperature drops, you shall be free
Blood - red on white, you shall not see
The new-year’s spring

Come and meet me
By the light of the moon
Blind my eyes and yours close
Speak not my name
So that I may not know
Give me your passion and receive mine
For this night alone is ours
Shiver, for a cold wind blows
Chilly night-air on our nakedness
Beads of sweat on limbs entangled
Little diamonds on the sky’s blue velvet skin
No cloud-sheets to soak, to stain, to blacken
Then let me go before the light comes up
To uncover our lust, our shame and
Our intolerable weakness
Wash off my smell in the
Light shower of an early morning
Blank be your mind, deaf
And blind and immaculate our conscience
And the memories be bleached to white
By the sun of a day when we are unknown
To the world and each other.

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nurtured a little thorny
plant from a tiny seed
of a bitter fruit
with an ugly look
with roots that go
as deep as the aquifers
that run in unfathomed
strata under all that
arid naked barren land
where hopes not lost
drive life not spent
entirely without
devotion
skin goes red then flakes
come off and raw
the flesh the bone
still cast a shadow and
reward is just a tiny
flower blossoming at night
entirely white, white, white