Tuesday, 11 April 2017

2017-28


if I had
a cause
to fight for

                        in The Temple of the Giant Jaguar

would
the birch tree

                        a spider unaware

follow me?

                        of Google







hvis jeg havde
en sag
at kæmpe for

                         i Den Store Jaguars Tempel

ville
birketræet

                         en edderkop
                         der ikke ved

følge mig?

                         hvad Google er

Sunday, 9 April 2017

2017-27


for reasons
I won’t bother
to explore

                            sea fog

the sound
of whiskers
on a drum
                            I could form a friend

is that
of an endless
Sunday rain

                             from that

in a provincial
town smelling
of fish









af grunde
jeg ikke orker
undersøge

                             havgus

er lyden
af whiskers
på en tromme

                             jeg ku’ forme en ven

lyden
af en endeløs
søndagsregn

                             af den

i en provinsby
der lugter
af fisk

Saturday, 1 April 2017

2017-26 parallel cherita


sometimes there’s a language

                                          Easter lilies in the gardens

sometimes
sea fog takes over

                                          Easter lilies on my table
                                          just to remind me

sometimes
it doesn’t
make a difference

                                         I live
                                         on
                                         Earth









nogle gange er der et sprog

                                         påskeliljer i haverne

nogle gange
ta’r havgusen over

                                         påskeliljer på mit bord
                                         bare for at minde mig om

nogle gange
gør det ikke
nogen forskel

                                         at jeg lever
                                         på
                                         Jorden

Saturday, 25 March 2017

2017-25 parallel cherita


we listened and listened

                                          no- and everywhere to go

with the collective ears of mankind
just to discover

                                           always beginning and ending
                                           with sore feet

that all sounds
of the previous universe combined
(also) was: sigh!

                                           and the new
                                           I see
                                           is old









vi lyttede og lyttede

                                          ingen og alle steder at gå hen

med menneskehedens samlede ører
blot for at opdage

                                         altid begyndende og endende
                                         med ømme fødder

at alle lyde
fra det forrige univers samlet
(også) var: suk!

                                         og det nye
                                         jeg ser
                                         er gammelt

Friday, 24 March 2017

2017-24 parallel cherita


that’s what we do

                                          it’s where I left it

we conjure up nightmares
to pass the time

                                         the wheeled trunk
                                         full of laundry

shortly the bombardment
of birch pollen
will begin

                                         there’s no deeper
                                         meaning
                                         in that










det’ det vi gør

                                     den er hvor jeg efterlod den

fremmaner mareridt
for at fordrive tiden

                                     kufferten med hjul
                                     fuld af vasketøj

snart vil bombardementet
med birkepollen
begynde

                                    der er ingen dybere
                                    mening
                                    i dét

Thursday, 23 March 2017

2017-23 parallel cherita


first there’s a crow

                                      if not enlightenment

then a disease
with an easy name

                                      then free advice concerning
                                      running a marathon

after that the fortunate
are offered
10.000 ways to forget

                                      the day
                                      is now longer
                                      than my patience







først er der en krage

                                      hvis ikke oplysning

så en sygdom
med et nemt navn

                                      så gratis råd angående
                                      at løbe et marathon

efter det bliver de heldige
tilbudt 10.000 måder
at glemme på

                                       dagen
                                       er nu længere
                                       end min tålmodighed

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

2017-22 parallel cherita

to the question of evil

                                    with sandfaces

I twist a thread
around my index finger

                                    the elders refuse
                                    to give a name

and discover
it's a bored
frog

                                     to the eye born
                                     in a desert
                                     tribe











til spørgsmålet om det onde

                                           med sandansigter

snor jeg en tråd
omkring min pegefinger

                                           nægter de gamle
                                           at navngive

og opdager
at det er en frø
der keder sig

                                           øjet
                                           født
                                           i en ørkenstamme

2017-21

from the myths / fra myterne

, who spake

                      in as much as

and went
into a hole

                      the stareaters

then came out
a whale

                      were gone










, som talede

                         for så vidt som

gik
ind i et hul

                        stjerneæderne

og kom ud
som en hval

                         var væk

Monday, 20 March 2017

2017-20

, who
snapping
his fingers

                     deep in
                     the lake

slowed down

                     what will
                     become

snow

                      swallows







, som
knipsende
med fingrene

                         dybt nede
                         i søen

standsede
sneens

                         dét der
                         vil blive

fart

                          til svaler

2017-19

that’s
the choice?

                     those high-pitched
                     chirps

watch
the news
again

                     penetrating my
                     bass-tinnitus ...

or the sky
darken?

                     is that my ancestors?








er dét
valget?

                     de dér højfrekvente
                     pip

at se
nyhederne
igen

                     der trænger gennem
                     min bas-tinnitus ...

eller himlen
mørkne?

                      er det mine forfædre?