Noah's 248th Egg / Noahs 248nde æg

there's magic

in my nose

                               the one

                               planet

I inhale

grass semen

                               where we know

                               life is

and sneeze out

jelly-fish

                               has ice cream

                               too

der er magi

i min næse

                              på den ene

                              planet

jeg inhalerer

græs-sæd

                              hvor vi ved

                              at livet findes

og nyser

vandmænd

ud

                             er der også

                             flødeis

Noah's 247th Egg / Noahs 247nde æg

that

creaking

                           two thirds

                           of me

in my

left shoulder

                           is dark energy

molecules

from Mt. Meru

                           that goes

                           for the light bulb too

den dér

knirken

                           to tredjedele

                           af mig

i min

venstre skulder

                           er mørk energi

det' molekyler

fra bjerget Meru

                            det samme gælder

                            for lyspæren

Noah's 246th Egg / Noahs 246nde æg

effort

less

                       across

                       the globe

the air

triples

its weight

                       insomniacs

                       notice

without

falling

                       how carefree

                       night trains are

uden

anstrengelse

                            over alt

                            på kloden

tredobler

luften

sin vægt

                            lægger søvnløse

                            mærke til

uden

at falde

                            hvor bekymringsløse

                            nattog er

Noah's 245th Egg / Noahs 245nde æg

parting a melon

                                 the abyss

                                 between

I notice

the trees

                                 your knowledge

                                 and your ability

have swallowed

the church again

                                 that's where

                                 the liquid shark

                                 swims

deler en melon

i to

                                 afgrunden

                                 mellem

se, træerne

                                 din viden

                                 og din evne

har slugt

kirken igen

                                 det' der

                                 den flydende haj

                                 lever

Noah's 244th Egg / Noahs 244nde æg

yea

there's

the lilacs

                      on tv

                      the world

                      ends again

I rewind

the tape

                     (after all it's weekend)

with

Naná's

berimbau

                      I write prunes

                      on the shopping list

jep

der er

syrenerne

                      på tv

                      går jorden

                      under igen

jeg spoler

båndet tilbage

                     (det er trods alt weekend)

dét med

Nanás

berimbau

                       jeg skriver svesker
                       på indkøbslisten

                    

Naná Vasconcelos playing the birembau here

Noah's 243th Egg / Noahs 243nde æg

watching

the paint

dry

                        ”the lilacs

                          are back”

I (again)

comply with

                         ”the lilacs?

linear

time

                          ”the purple

                            lilacs”

mens jeg

betragter

malingen

tørre

                         ”syrenerne

                           er tilbage”

forliger jeg

mig (igen)

med

                         ”syrenerne?”

lineær

tid

                         ”de lilla

                           syrener”

Noah's 242nd Egg / Noahs 242nde æg

a triple

sneeze

                       yea

                       Christ saw it

                       too

spring

continues

                       the spirit

                       as restless

to get up

my nose

                       as the wind

tredobbelt

nys

                       tjah

                       Kristus så

                       det også

foråret

bliver ved

at komme

                       ånden så

                       rastløs

op i

min næse

                       som vinden