Noah's 204th egg / Noahs 204de æg

close

to a hole

in the world

                             for whatever reason

I eat

                            (and I don't really care)

”English”

wine gums

                             a blackbird sings

                             on a December

                             morning

tæt på

et hul

i verden

                           af en eller anden grund

spiser jeg

                          (og egentlig er jeg ligeglad)

“engelske”

vingummier

                          synger en solsort

                          en decembermorgen

Noah's 203rd egg / Noahs 203de æg

growing

pains

                      Emmanuel

the sky

becomes

red

                     hugging his favourite doll

before

nightfall

                     he talks to his demons

vokseværk

                     Emmanuel

himlen

bliver

rød

                     med sin yndlingsdukke

                     i favnen

før

natten

                     taler han til sine

                     dæmoner

Noah's 202nd egg / Noahs 202det æg

midwinter

                        an educated guess

now's

the time

to begin

thinking

about

                       swan's

                       shadows

sowing

swallow-seeds

                       are

                       elephants

midvinter

                    et kvalificeret gæt

nu er det

tid

til at begynde

at tænke

på

                   svaners

                   skygger

at så

svalefrø

                   er

                   elefanter

Noah's 201st dark egg / Noahs 201ste mørke æg

longest

night

                        adding darkness

                        to the salad

this one

I know

                        before this door

about to

set sails

for heaven

                        we're powerless too

længste

nat

                       putter mørke

                       i salaten

een

jeg kender

                       foran denne dør

er ved at sætte

kurs mod

himlen

                      er vi også

                      magtesløse

Noah's 200th jubilee egg / Noahs 200nde jubilæumsæg

granddad's

birthday

                         we abolished

                         the nobility

the incense

I light

                         instead we got

                         a political class

is mostly

Dominican

tobacco

                         living in a bubble

farfars

fødselsdag

                         vi afskaffede

                         adelen

røgelsen

jeg tænder

                         i stedet fik vi

                         en politisk klasse

er mest

dominikansk

tobak

                         der bor i en boble

Noah's 199th egg / Noahs 199nde æg

December

                         in my cells

I emphasize

day in Monday

                         a projection

                         of the universe

to convince

myself

                         and a flute

december

                         i mine celler

jeg understreger

dag i mandag

                        en projektion

                        af universet

for at

overbevise

mig selv

                         og en fløjte

Noah's 198th egg / Noah's 198nde æg

it's a joke

                       this misfying mist

this

December

light

                       I'm not sure it's not

I'm almost certain

the photons

are SAD

                       eternal

det' en joke

                         denne mystificerende dis

det her

december

lys

                         jeg er ikke sikker på

                         den ikke er

jeg er næsten

sikker på

at fotonerne

had SAD

                         evig

Noah's 197th egg / Noahs 197nde æg

”I know

of a lark's nest”

                                       it's the small steps

the song in my head

before I wake up

                                       grind the coffee

                                       before pouring on

                                       water

in a lark-less

winter

                                       3900 lightyears

                                       from Canis Majoris

listen to ”jeg ved en lærkerede” (”I know of a lark's nest”) here

”jeg ved

en lærkerede”

                                det' de små skridt

sangen i mit hoved

før jeg vågner

                                mal kaffen

                                før du hælder

                                vand på

i en lærkeløs

vinter

                               3900 lysår

                               fra Canis Mojoris

Noah's 196th egg / Noahs 196nde æg

phantosmia

                        in the land of my birth

I smell

coffee

and cloves

                       I cram a sky-full of stars

by

the fallen

tree

                       into a looking glass

Phantosmia: smell hallucinations

phantosmia

                       i mit fødeland

jeg kan

lugte kaffe

og nelliker

                      propper jeg

                      en himmelfuld stjerner

ved

det faldne

træ

                      ind i et spejl

Phantosmia: duft- hallucinationer

Noah's 195th egg / Noahs 195nde æg

”I'm not

 biting!”

                      still delicious

                      (if you like that stuff)

Bodil
(the name

of the storm)

howls

                     the marzipan hearts

and tries

to start

an argument

                     from last Christmas

“jeg bider

 ikke på!”

                     stadigt lækre

                     (hvis man kan lide

                      den slags)

Bodil

(stormens navn)

hyler

                       marcipanhjerterne

og forsøger

at starte

et skænderi

                       fra sidste jul

Noah's 194th egg / Noahs 194nde æg

gurgling

kitchen

sink

                         sore throat

now the media

                         in a fever dream

                         I'm puzzled

want

named

storms

                       by the door

                       in a black

                       hole

klukkende

køkken

vask

                         ondt i halsen

nu vil medierne

                         i en feberdrøm

                         undres jeg

ha' storme

med navne

                        over døren

                        i et sort

                        hul

Noah's 193rd egg / Noahs 193nde æg

in a day

of dusk

                       the half-life

                       of facts?!

I manage

to catch up

                        in the future

                        we might talk about

with my

echo

                        the Big Bang

på en dag

af tusmørke

                        fakta har

                        en halveringstid?!

når jeg at

komme i trit

                       i fremtiden taler vi

                       måske om

med mit

ekko

                      Big Bang