Sunday, 20 October 2024

3-24

 

so you looked over the hedge to see the grass under your feet

in this
night

                       no
                       you didn’t stop

willed
words

                       to sing

die

                       to
                       the cornflower

then you’re forgotten by the wind



.


så du kiggede over hækken for at se græsset under dine fødder

i denne
nat

                     nej
                     du standsede ikke

dør

                      for at synge

overlagte
ord

                      for kornblomsten

så bliver du glemt af vinden

Saturday, 30 March 2024

2-24 Good Saturday/Lørdag i den stille uge

 

to better see you I cover up my mirror


easter lilies


                           I can only

                           answer


while the light

is out


                           this present

                           absence


of this world


                           with

                           silence


.



for at bedre at kunne se dig dækker jeg mit spejl til


påskeliljer


                          jeg kan kun

                         besvare


mens lyset

er ude


                          dette nærværende

                          fravær


af denne verden


                           med

                           stilhed

Friday, 1 March 2024

01-24

round midnight as scratched as it should be


as
days
move
on

                       only
                       in this
                       moment

days
move

                       - writing -

away

                        I’m
                        a writer


           but You, You can live in a heart of dust


.


round midnight så ridset som den skal være


som
dagene
går

                     kun
                     i
                    øjeblik
ket

forsvinder

                    mens jeg skriver

dagene

                    er jeg digter


             men Du, Du kan bo i et hjerte af støv

Saturday, 30 December 2023

07-23-dk

en bas kommer op gennem gulvet


en

flad

julemand


                      men selvfølgelig


og

en

ditto

drukkenbolt


                      fyldes øret

                     (i hjertet)


forandrer

ikke

forandringen


                     ikke op

                     af det hørte


         også regnen vil glemme sit navn før året slutter


                      skaderne


                      i

                      min fars

                      eneste træ


                      sover

                      i mørket

07-23 -eng

a bass comes up through the floor


a

deflated

santa


                     but of course


and

a

ditto

drunk


                      the ear

                      (in the heart)


doesn’t

change

change


                     never fills

                     with hearing


          the rain too will forget its name before the year ends


                     the magpies


                     in

                     my dad’s

                     one tree


                      sleep

                   in darkness


6-23



 

Friday, 15 December 2023

5-23

in this city silence comes with background music


thaw


                     close

                     to winter solstice


a

loss


                     with

                     everyone

                     else


of

foot

prints


                     on the planet


           an ever-rolling Alleluia to make up a body to live in


.


i denne by kommer stilhed med baggrundsmusik


tøvejr


                     tæt på

                     vintersolhverv


et

tab


                     sammen med

                     alle andre


af

fodspor


                    på planeten


           et stedse rullende Halleluja for at lave en krop at leve i

Sunday, 29 October 2023

02-23

exactly what is space when you’re holding it?


rain

between


                      in this city


passing


                     the sea’s

                     something

                     lost


showers

 

                    in other

                    people’s

                    past


          in these the last of days an unpopped popcorn



.


præcis hvad er rummet når du holder det?


regn

mellem


                          i denne by


forbigående


                          er havet

                          noget

                          mistet


byger


                         i andre

                         menneskers

                         fortid


           i disse de sidste tider et upoppet popcorn