Bloody nostrils

barely awake

barely aware

I’m feeling chills

I think the fingers of evil
have been scratching in my nostrils

the pillowcase is turning red

as I try to catch my breath

is this a dreadful nightmare

or am I close to death?

gushing out my nose

it's a river of blood

a dreadful affair is taking place 

in this nasal neighborhood

The King of Wonderland

in my land of wonder lives a mean, old king

with an iron fist he rules, and with a cracked voice he sings

"be my joker, be my queen

be a dancer, make a scene"

then he laughs and drags me down

to despair and to decay

he fills my head with nonsense

and yet I let him stay

will there be land of wonder, when the king is dead?

when all the words are spoken, when all the tears are shed?

Leken

du må droppe søtt

og spise sunt

du må trene ofte

helst året rundt

du må drikke vann

for å rense din kropp

du må trene enda mer

bestige en fjelltopp

men for å virkelig holde deg ung

hør nå min preken:

hva enn du gjør

forbli leken

The Sneeze (prosit)

it begins with a tickle
a cute facial spasm
mouth looking strange
like a great open chasm

face making movements
is something wrong?
nose has these cramps
but I'm playing along

an extraordinary burst
it feels so fantastic
so vivid and moist
somewhat close to orgasmic

I didn't expect
(and would never reject)
the body's creation
a special effect

Guest blogger: A Poorly Planned Poem

there once was a penguin you see, 
he might look normal to you and me. 
doing the things that penguins do, 
out on the far seas.
but this perticular penguin was as strange as strange could be
because every night at twelve, he would be dancing by himself.


(Oh Oh Oh, dancing by himse-elf)


and on this perculiar note,
he was dansing on board a boat.
not the kind of boat you find floating on the sea, 
but one on the bottom, alone in the dark 
with me.


and for the penguin to get in the mood of dancey,
he would dress up rather fancy.
with a hat of green, 
and a cape of blue,
and a singular purple dancing shoe.

the penguin would dance, 
the waltz and the tango, 
rumba and hip hop, 
and in the end a flamenco.


and all the while 
he was dancing alone,
he did not notice my presence 
my moans.


he doesen't even know 
that he keeps me company, 
he is dancing with a ghost, 
and that ghost would be me.

Written by Ann-Kristin Opdal Olsen

The walk of pain

I recently purchased
a new pair of shoes
and the next morning
I put them to use

I went for a walk
on a wonderful day
but then came upon me
a sense of dismay

as the day lingered on
the pain got intense
my shoes tried to kill me
it did'nt make sense

I thought it was footwear
that i blissfully bought
in truth they're devices of torture
one on each foot

maybe it was karma
maybe I've been vain
this was the story
of my walk in pain

Enamored

the strangest thing
has caught my mind
my brain feels like cotton
let me rewind

recently my head got stuck
in some sort of cloud
I started walking into objects
and singing out loud

the colors around me
is turning bright
maybe it is because of spring
and therefor more sunlight

but I haven't felt blue
for quite a while
and instead of frowning
I seem to wear a smile

now you all think I'm crazy
or perhaps acting coy
but the reason is this
I'm simply mad about a boy