Poem Without a Purpose

 

Curled up

With Jo Nesbo

And Harry Hole

Drinking his way through

A hot and steamy Oslo summer

Demons visiting

With the delirium Tremens

A horror beat

Through the sleepless

Days and nights

Visiting with the ghosts

Of the dead

And the dying

Drinking the only solution

Haunted Harry

By the faces

In the nightmares

Denuding his sleep

Which comes

Only in fits and starts

In Summer

In Oslo

In Jo Nesbo’s

Imagination

Copyright Dec 2012

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