Monday 18 April 2016

337


somewhere

                      under ground

in that rain

                      a root swallows

I belong

                      the sun's colour








et sted

                       under jorden

i den dér regn

                       sluger er en rod

hører jeg til

                       solens farve

Tuesday 12 April 2016

336


to win
a competition

                            suffocated by bread

he tells us

                            only stones grow

he's pregnant

                            in the duck pond








for at vinde
en konkurrence

                             kvalt af brød

fortæller han os

                            vokser der kun sten

at han er gravid

                             i andedammen

Saturday 2 April 2016

335 (but who's counting ...)


looking
back
wards

                   spring

just may
be

                   a fly drinks

a new
perspec
tive?

                   from my coffee









at se
til
bage

                      forår

kunne måske
være

                      en flue drikker

et nyt
perspek
tiv?

                      af min kaffe

Friday 1 April 2016

334


for now

                     older than
                     the land

listening for
the swallows

                     the stones

in films

                     pushed up
                     through it








indtil videre

                      ældre end landet

lytter jeg
efter svalerne

                      stenene

i film

                      skubbet op
                      gennem det