winter is so dreadfuly fucking boring & painful

a presence I've learned to 
detest
my fathers son.
stumbling over the same stupid tracks.

fortunately,
the details differ
latent suicidal,
I'm not scarred of the future.

late winter fun.
disassembling a round
for a recoiless gun.

some distance from
populated areas
ofcourse.
fully selftaught, I'm kind of
expecting it to blow.
a lot of trotil inside,
you dont just stumble across
that kind of thing
this far 
from the middle east.

sooner or later 
it'll get a use.