BIG POWER (a poem in lirumlarum)

Ruumiit tippuu katolt’ alas,
sukeltaen sukeltavat
ihan kuin miekkavalaat

Lapset katsoo telkkarii,
löytää netist ystävii
ja syövät sateenkaaria

Olen syvään uneksinut
maailman kataluudesta.
En tiedä viisastunko vai en,
ken tietää tuollaisen.

Savimaja hikipaja
rahaa tulee aiva sama
huorataan kaikki nyt.

Sama tuoksu uusi hinta
lattiassa sama pinta
ihminen on verilettu.

Olen syvään uneksinut
kauneudesta kauneudesta.
En tiedä viisastunko vai en,
suutu ei mun ruusunen.

Kauppasissi, fatalisti,
transsi, farssi,
sikamies, mikä mies,
uusi lies’, tuhontie,
valkotakki, taskumatti,
krapula, satula,
maanantai, sunnuntai,
yö-työ sut syö,
olen pelkkä paimenkoira.

Olen syvään uneksinut,
vain sinusta.


This was originally written by me in Japanese, so I don’t give a damn if it’s only in Finnish. Use the tools given to you by our overlord. The translation it offers is exactly the way I want the world to read it. Go raibh maith agat!


August hides in a tinderbox somewhere,
because the girls of spring can’t be found,
so kindle your cinders
and kiss me goodnight, Lucinda!

July is a haven of unmistakable splendor,
I know all the pope’s ministers would agree,
so with your smile big and bright,
o kiss me goodnight, Lucinda!

June sways so gently in the arms of summer,
it’s golden like a fable when drunk on black label
and we danced to music, so soothing n’ amusing
now kiss me goodnight, Lucinda!

A year’s gone by maybe more this May,
the lips of the sun couldn’t compare to your stay,
there’s only one time when the flowers bloom right,
and now they’re somewhere with Lucinda!

All summers beget Lucinda!
All the world covets for Lucinda!
All my dreams are made of Lucinda!

Imagine being stuck in a cold and terrible place, but later realizing that the real estate agent really gave you a good deal for it.

A Poem of the Very Buoyant Russian Black Sea Fleet in Belbek

Tension at Belbek, the crisis of Crimea
There is talk of freedoms and sanctions
It’s all out there like a great big tidal wave
that is held together by a thin layer of glass
Reddit LIVE feed, Reuters –Bang bang
I turn my head to Google,
Death by Canadian Rye and images of Sandra Bullock,
Russian President Vladimir Putin is making a statement
Twelve hundred hours and thirty-five minute dregs
What is defiance? What is revolution?
And where is the change?
The Russian Black Sea Fleet floats around by Belbek
–Ukraine remains defiant

I believe poetry is dead.
I wish that someone would prove me wrong.
This is how I feel:
I am tired of pretension and ego.
I’ve seen too many people trying to be something GREAT instead of something…….meaningful.

That is all.