Old by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg

We are getting old Our blood is thick and gravelly  Pumped up noisily through traffic jam  Veins passing abandoned arteries along the way    We are told in unison  That at our age breathing is important But we talk, and quickly come to the conclusion That less is more  So we hold hands and breath and memories Squeezing tighter  As days creak by   Together we imagine a lightning purge  And two smoldering wheelchairs  Drifting … Continue reading Old by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg

N.O.T. by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg

I am not angry it is merely my fists that are restless and your face that seems so soft  I am not hungry it’s simply that my teeth enjoy a challenge  and the risk of chocking is such great entertainment  I am not horny it is just that I have this thing and you have those things and wouldn’t it be a shame to let them all go to waste  I am not dying it is … Continue reading N.O.T. by Christoffer Felix Wahlberg