tHe VilLagE 10/3 -07 |
Once you decide to stayaround for a whileand a while turns to a while longeryou bump into faces from the old dayswho lingeredjust like youyou see the oddballs wear the same jeansand point their elbows...
Posted by Kristoffer on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 03:44:00 PST |
Wristwatch 2/3 -08 |
SoI can separate your world from mineand I'm trying to accept the differencesthe diversity of soulsstanding for themselves, however they come outThere's other boys playing in this part of the forest c...
Posted by Kristoffer on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 03:39:00 PST |
New song! |
So it’s finally up, for better or worse, an old song with extraordinary corny lyrics! My friend Chris made great contributions to the recordings, he played cajun, bass, piano and keyboards, and ...
Posted by Kristoffer on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 05:47:00 PST |
Engines 10/2 -08 |
This is a big bulb of a cityone steamy potworking its enginesin the eyes of the night2000 lit windows watchingthe night skyand the vast city streetscuddling in their cradlesbetween the brick wallsperp...
Posted by Kristoffer on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 04:27:00 PST |
For now, all things put to wait 22/1 -07 |
Smoke floating out of the chimneys
moving like restless waves
looking tall and superior on top
of the bricks
and this life
well
it is tedeous
it is just about half of what one
could expect
with no b...
Posted by Kristoffer on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 11:40:00 PST |
Night at the Gallery 30/11 -07 |
Maybe all good things in lifeis for freeat least, so is the National GalleryThat old scholar, I can smell the dirt under his nails his eyes look through me and reveal my flawsSometimes you can feel th...
Posted by Kristoffer on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 10:04:00 PST |
Hand in mould 22/11 -07 |
The low-key symphonynaked oak-trees stretch out their crooked branchesstretching for the hidden sunbehind the pale greylike reaching hands of a thousand dying menleaves laid out beneathwet reminders o...
Posted by Kristoffer on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 08:29:00 PST |
Sport 29/10 |
We used to run hereI had my loose tracksuit onwith the logo on the backthe guys strolled groupwise up to the park, trottedupon the maple leaveswith their busted sneakerscoach never managed to make a t...
Posted by Kristoffer on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 11:06:00 PST |
Bullshit novel 2/11 |
Some kind of day outside
the shiny white frost
like a fur on bowing grass
peaceful, the biting cold
what's really existence lies
behind the glass walls
a piece of killing concrete
there's only a gli...
Posted by Kristoffer on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 02:13:00 PST |
September hits the light patch 18/9 |
The sun came out the same
as a couple of days before
not a glimpse of it before noon
when the rain poured down, gray,
thick and steamy, putting a blanket on
the world
past 3 p.m. it started to look...
Posted by Kristoffer on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 01:45:00 PST |
