Recap: I’m currently traversing Finland, Sweden and Estonia, writing a poem a day. Blog posts will come after my return.
Writing from: Tõrve, Estonia.
Poems written from: Tallinn, Tartu and Saaremaa, all in Estonia.
10:00 – 2 showers 12 hours.
(when backpacking in Europe, take advantage of shower heads)
10:20 – twenty plastic cups and an empty bottle
1:20 – smoked salmon dumplings
3:20 – majestic beer? No, majestic bear. (49 euros)
3:50 – Siim encounter i
5:00 – Siim encounter ii
(the smell of an Italian woman after 6 months of asafetida and cow piss.
Late night in Tartu – like the Crebain, hundreds of Estonian crowthings interlock their wings to make night.
CNN in Estonia
The Tea Party on masturbation
Horse with a hide of stars
balks before the bridge
but I cross every bridge, no matter
how I want to go home.
You can’t go home when your planet’s gone.
She ate the petals off the rose you gave her
at the dungeon
Stalin was in a turret, on his back
eyes melting as mercurial replacements just pulled from the fire
pressed into his sockets.
The joker had a sunset face
a white matted mane
a compass that never pointed the same direction