Poems of bog, lake and troll: 15, 16, 17, 18

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.

15

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

16

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.

17

Adrift

18

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