Tuesday, 22 December 2015

325

almost as dark
as it gets

                            for entertainment's sake

the sound
of the wind

                            they stretched
                            the dwarf

is the sound
there is

                            from Twin Peaks











næsten så mørkt
som det bli'r

                                for underholdningens skyld

lyden
af vinden

                                 har de forlænget
                                 dværgen

er den lyd
der er

                                 fra Twin Peaks

Thursday, 26 November 2015

324


salt?

                      defined by my actions?

aye
for sprinkling
over

                      I rubbed my eyes

the snow bird

                      twice today






salt?

                      bestemt af mine handlinger?

ja
til at drysse

                      jeg gned mine øjne

snefuglen

                     to gange i dag ...

Friday, 6 November 2015

323

stuck
in the cloud
of unhearing

                       instead of the green

La Traviata

                       the yellow

becomes
hypothetical

                       and dead




fastklemt
i døvhedens
sky

                     i stedet for de grønne

bli'r
La Traviata

                     de gule

hypotetisk

                     og døde

Friday, 23 October 2015

Thursday, 15 October 2015

321

post
lepidoptera
season

                         to number
                         our days right

the air's
full

                         add one cloud
of lies
and leaves

                          to another










post
lepidoptera
årstid

                         for
                         at holde tal
                         på vore dage

luften
er fuld

                         læg een sky

af blade
og løgne

                         til en anden

Monday, 12 October 2015

Noah's 320th Egg / Noahs 320nde æg

oh
it's nothing

                       brand new girl

big machines
hurl through

                       4 generations
                       admire

the city
at night

                        the perfectness
                        of fingers








nåeh
det' ingenting

                        sprit ny pige

store maskiner
suser gennem

                        4 generationer
                        beundrer

byen
om natten

                        fuldendte
                        fingre

Friday, 9 October 2015

Noah's 319th Egg / Noahs 319nde æg

there
in the graveyard

                             as the school
                             holiday begins

holes that
go down

                             the park
                             fills

to
for
ever

                            with rubber sword
                            fighters




dér
på kirkegården

                          som efterårsferien
                          begynder

huller
der går ned

                           fyldes parken

til
evig
heden

                            af krigere
                            med gummisværd