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



Saturday 28 October 2023

1-23

what’s up, night? do you plan to eat all I can see?


it

could


                    utterly

                    doveless

be


                    we swirl


a

grave


                   in our

                   room

                   of rain


.



hvad så, nat? vil du spise alt jeg kan se?


det

kunne


                      komplet

                      dueløse


være


                     hvirvler

                     vi rundt


en

grav


                      i vort

                      værelse

                      af regn

Friday 11 November 2022

08-22

 

indoors too I shelter the flame with a withered leaf


what
it comes
down

to:

                     in the 2nd month

wash

the dishes

                     of November


sweep
the floor


                     an endless
                     wind


in
your
presence

               You” you say and I am


.


også indendørs skærmer jeg flammen med et visnet blad


dette

er
essensen:


                       i novembers


vask
tallerknerne

                       2nden måned

fej

gulvet


                        en endeløs
                        vind

i

dit
nærvær


                   ”Du” siger du og jeg er