rain poem / regndigt

rain
rain
rain

you
’ve
got
it

rain
rain
rain

on
your
head

rain
rain
rain

in
your
poc
kets

rain
rain
rain

and
you
’re
here

rain
rain
rain

and
no
where

’’’’
’’’’
’’’’

regn
regn
regn

du
har
den

regn
regn
regn


dit
ho
ved

regn
regn
regn

i
dine
lom
mer

regn
regn
regn

og
du
er
her

regn
regn
regn

og
ingen
steder

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yotsumono 03.10 2017

failed face-job
now she only plays
drunk housewives

as parliament reconvenes
pears rot on the tree

numb –
perhaps the god
in god’s own country
is Kali

a lullaby of leaves
that’s what it is

.

kikset ansigtsjob
nu spiller hun kun
fordrukne husmødre

som folketinget samles
rådner pærer på træet

følelsesløs –
måske er guden
i guds eget land
Kali

en vuggesang af blade
dét er hvad det er

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3 1line stories

to get to the river of milk we carry stones in our mouths and drop them on stones

for at komme til mælkefloden bærer vi sten i vore munde og lader dem falde på sten

:

there’s a seam in the sky and it’s kept alive by a puppy’s yapping

der er en søm i himlen og den holdes i live af en hvalps bjæffen

:

it’s alway there the standing on two feet you inherited

det er altid dér den dér ståen på to fødder du arvede

file date 29.09 2017

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