From the roof
of the pavilion I’m taking
off


somewhat sadly
gliding


a sailplane coming loose
singing above the dawning soft
shoulders of the
city


clinging banks
swinging schools


buses
with comic-strip characters
along the home
ground streets of
a distended wet-nurse


no heaven
above your bed
female city but
burning in your
gutter a voluptuous
sun


your men
collect valuable art
out of bins
after the fancy-dress
party of the
night

Mikael Ejdemyr

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