Tuesday 29 November 2016

373

some things
are here
before us

                               to be
                               on the safe side

prayer

                               let's only speculate

and mismatched
socks

                               on the thoughts
                               of dead poets











nogle ting
er her
før os

                         for at være
                         på den sikre side

bøn

                         lad os kun spekulere

og uens
sokker

                         på døde digteres
                         tanker

Monday 28 November 2016

372 - triple / tredobbelt

I

avatar
or not

                         with Fidel's passing

he wears
a thick coat

                         capitalism smells


in winter

                          virgin blood



II


hate

                          at the end of time

that's

                          as we know it

the easiest
part

                          a homeless hour




III


a system
on the blink

                           is it still burning

now you're
only
human

                          North

if you
have money

                          Star?


::--::


I

avatar
eller ej

                           med Fidels død

han bærer
en tyk frakke

                           lugter kapitalismen

om vinteren

                           jomfrueligt blod


II

had

                          for enden af tiden

det er

                          som vi kender den

den nemme
del

                          en hjemløs time


III


et system
på sammenbruddets
rand

                           brænder den stadig

nu er du
kun
en borger

                             Nord

hvis du
har penge

                             stjernen?

Friday 25 November 2016

371

frying pork

                         American
                         sitcoms

winter gets

                         will a wall

a little
closer

                        keep them out?











steger flæsk -

                           amerikanske
                           sitcoms

vinteren
kommer

                           vil en mur

en smule
tættere på

                           holde dem ude?

Thursday 17 November 2016

370


the fly
on the ceiling

                              ”Unknown.
                              Try again”

is that's what
animal magnetism

                               I try to whistle
                               what I think
                               I remember
                               of Mozart? Bach?
                               Vivaldi?

is about?

                                to a
                                music-recognition app








fluen
på loftet

                                 ”Ukendt.
                                   Prøv igen”

er det dét
dyrisk tiltrækningskraft

                                   jeg prøver at fløjte
                                   dét jeg tror
                                   jeg husker
                                   af Mozart? Bach?
                                   Vivaldi?

handler
om?

                                   til en
                                   musikgenkendelses-app

Wednesday 16 November 2016

Noah's Eggs / Noahs æg II

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Ny og gratis ebog, den 3de med parallel haiku.


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Monday 14 November 2016

369


what's there
to say

                      as the pills
                      wear off

you come

                      mother's
                      visitors

you leave

                      fade away











hvad kan
man sige

                     som pillerne
                     aftager

du kommer

                     falmer

du går

                     mors gæster



Friday 11 November 2016

368


in a silent
village

                        for a while

a cd
throws
a rainbow

                        a vein bulges

up a wall

                        a vein relaxes










i en stille
landsby

                         for et øjeblik

kaster
en cd
en regnbue

                         en åre svulmer

op på væggen

                          en åre slapper af

Friday 4 November 2016

367


for
as
long
as
it
takes


                not a word

r
a
i
n

                 about or to
                 November's
                 darkness

r
a
i
n

                 it might just keep
                 hanging around










for
længe
det'
nødvendigt

                   ikke et ord

r
e
g
n

                   om eller til
                   novembers mørke

r
e
g
n

                  vi ku' risikere
                  det blev hængende

366


theorising
abt what
writing is

                        if it's any
                        comfort

in writing

                        the word

and the emptiness
grows

                        was is and will be







at teoretisere
om hvad
at skrive er

                         hvis det
                         er en trøst

i skrift

                         ordet


og tomheden
vokser

                         var er og vil forblive

365


mucus glands
are alright

                          most of the day

I think

                          which isn't long
                          in November

when they don't
act up

                           wind
                           from the North









slimhinder
er gode nok

                           det meste af dagen

mener jeg

                           som ikke er lang
                           i november

når de ikke
skaber sig

                           vind
                           fra nord

Wednesday 2 November 2016

364


constantly
out of sync

                       an endless
                       universe

an hour
pushed back

                        and apparently
                        an endless need

to when
I sleep

                        for new
                        Wallanders








altid
ude af sync

                        et uendeligt
                        univers

en time
skubbet tilbage

                         og et tilsyneladende
                         endeløst behov

til når
jeg sover

                          for nye
                          Wallandere