Fredrik Nyberg Poems

Diagonals.

The scent of chlorine.

I must have slept since I wake up.
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I only grow older
Your head is excessively pale and still.
If Europe's history is true, I want to learn it as one learns
a song. Today when I was going out to buy chips and
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The will is horizontal.
The plants' fat casings shine for a long time.
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The date belongs to the photograph
Roland Barthes


Dates, seasons;
a pair of slow residential streets
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Tuesday.
Is God an in- or exhalation?
Snow does not fall silently (oblong) everywhere.
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People eat sand.
I ask you if I can change.
Your left hand is a peculiar zoning.
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