2017-47

the sky

’s emptiness

                                  in Blabla Land

after the swallows

                                  even

                                  electric guitars

’t’s what

                                  have stopped

I make

of it

                                  making sense

himlen

s tomhed

                                 i Blablaland

efter svalerne

                                gi’r selv

                                elektriske guitarer

d’ hva’

                                ikke længere

jeg

gør den til

                                mening

2017-46

how it is

                         falling awake

one becomes

another

                         falling asleep

unnoticed

                         wordless

but

in colours

                         repeat

som det er

                         falder i vågen

bli’r én

til en anden

                         falder i søvn

ubemærket

                         ordløs

bortset

fra farverne

                         gentag

2017-45

approaching

sleep

                       “yes I know”

a leaf

                         you say

with nothing

more to say

                         to the creaking door

søvnen

nærmer sig

                         ”ja, jeg véd det”

et blad

                          siger du

der ikke har

mere at sige

                          til den knirkende dør

2017-44

suffering

entropy

                       bead-ladder

this dust

                       an ascent

                       to silence

wakes up

with a headache

                      begins with sound

lidende

af entropi

                      perle-stige

vågner

dette støv

                     en opstigning

                     til stilheden

op med

hovedpine

                    begynder med lyd

2017-43

growing up

having an I

seems

awesome

                          everytime it rains

then you

search for ways

                          my imaginary dog

to ignore

it

                          wants

                          to go for a walk

mens du vokser op

er dét at ha’

et jeg

noget

fantastisk

                             hver gang det regner

derefter leder

man efter

måder

                             vil min fantasihund

at ignorere

det på

                             ud at gå

2017-42

sleepless

                     falling

my brain

makes up

a horse

                     up

                     down

                     sideways

                     backwards

full

of birds

                     I came

                     to this night

søvnløs

                    faldende

min hjerne

opfinder

en hest

                    op

                    ned

                    til siderne

                    bagover

fuld

af fugle

                    kom jeg

                    til denne nat

2017-41 (a philophical break)

no way near

                        ask the glass

far off

                        about water

and yet

                        the lawn

unintangibly

                        about grass

close

                        there it begins

langt fra

                        spørg glasset

langt væk

                        om vand

og dog

                        plænen

uurørligt

                        om græs

nær

                        der begynder det

2017-40

what's left

of the moon

                       trans- or post-

                       language

hangs like

a nail clipping

                       the entelechy

                       of half eaten apple

yellow

with age

                        which is anything

just about

the laughter

                         but

from the street

                         it

det der er

tilbage af månen

                           trans- eller post-

                           sproget

hænger som

en afklippet negl

                           et halvspist æbles

                           enteleki

gul af ælde

                           som er alt

                           andet

lige over

latteren

                           end

fra gaden

                           det

2017-39

in an old country

                              beyond words

men and women

wear

                              a pearl

                              looking

coats of rain

                              just

                              looking

and coats

of hedgehogs

                             before

                             it rolls on

with no names

                             through

                             fire

i et gammelt land

                            hinsides ord

bærer

mænd og kvinder

                            en perle

                            der kigger

frakker af regn

                            bare kigger

og frakker

af pindsvin

                            før

                            den ruller videre

uden navne

                            gennem ild

Ātman: the true self of an individual beyond identification with phenomena, the essence of an individual

2017-38

at the center

of the pain

                      by a trick

                      of the brain

more

                     the scent

                     of junipers

nothing

                     from a psychedelic

and a chair

to sit on

                     dersertless

                     camel

i centrum

af smerten

                    ved et

                    hjernens trick

mere

                    duften af enebær

ingenting

                    fra en psykedelisk

og en stol

at sidde på

                    ørkenløs

                    kamel