"bille" poems
little bille ****** he just long to be
a captain of a ship sailing on the sea
he gathered up some wood and built himself a boat
then into the water and set himself afloat.
he headed out to sea adventure bound was he
the captain of his boat liked he longed to be
suddenly a dolphin jumped in to the air
****** he was startled gave him quite scare.
dolphin said hello sorry for the scare
didnt mean to frighten you didnt see you there
can i be your friend said dolphin and come along with you
of they went together in the sea of blue.
after quite some the weather made a change
started getting rough acting very strange
then the winds were howling waves were very high
it began to thunder with lightening in the sky.
then a great big wave over turned the boat
****** he was trapped and couldnt get afloat
dont worry said the dolphin just hang on to me
hang on to my tale and i will set you free.
dolphin pulled and pulled and freed his little friend
****** thought his journey was about to end
then the storm subsided it was calm once more
they pulled the little boat safely to the shore.
they rebuilt the boat and set sail once more
now the boat could sail again like it did before
now they both were happy and safely back a sea
friends for evermore both of them would be.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
impulsen til at skrive med store bogstaver for ligesom at lade noget af al den kaotiske energi der sliber mig op indefra som sandpapir ud
som om livet gentager sig
ikke flere emner end tre, der ligesom bare kører på repeat
med forskellig indpakning
jeg kan skrive en hel sang om, hvordan jeg fortrød at mase en bille
fordi jeg ikke gad smide den ud af vinduet som normalt
men jeg føler at jeg har hørt det hele før som om vi drukner i ekkoer
i nedslidte ideer i nylonstrømper der løber i bølger af opbrugte stemmer
sådan en undren om, hvorvidt enhver sætning indenfor de eksisterende sprog allerede er blevet sagt eller skrevet eller tænkt
om nogen har artikuleret denne sætning i samme præcise formulering
eller om der er
r u m m e l i g h e d
til mig
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
med tårer i øjnene hiver jeg luft ned i mine ekspansive lunger, husker
husker: det er bare nu'et. det er blot en brøkdel.
og en dag vil jeg have glemt dette øjeblik, dette blink med øjnene, forbipasseret fortvivlelse og forvildelse og utilpashed
og en dag vil jeg have varme, gyldne minder lokaliseret bag øjenhulen, bag drømmene
og jeg vil have hængt hvidt vasketøj op, jeg vil have talt med en vred bille, kørt i en lyseblå bil og købt mine egne øko-appelsiner.
jeg vil have klippet mit hår mindst ti gange, foldet fingrene om en andens krop, om en andens ømheder, en andens tanker, jeg vil have haft et hundrede forskellige par sko på mine to fødder, set nye vidundere og nye lavpunkter
og det smelter sammen og alt det ubehagelige fylder mindst
men lige nu kaster ubehag lange skygger
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC