torsdag den 13. juni 2013

Grandma´s horses


Grandma confuses her candy mix
with seeds for the garden
and ponders upon the mysterious growths
of purple dragee flowers
and green liquorice branches
and thinks:
perhaps i have sown
Peter Belli tobacco?
but she reasons that in order
to get hallucinations
you have to smoke it first
and the strongest thing she´s tried
are Green Look
and she hasn´t smoked that in years

But the horses eat from the growths
and their manes become rainbow coloured
and their eyes are so deep
like only those who know…

tirsdag den 8. januar 2013

Quo imus 2


In the snow storm stands a cross
it is raised by the lamb
and attempted owerthrown
by the lion

Through the blizzard
the lion sees me not
but the lamb sees and invokes me
but the lion holds it´s paw
for the lamb´s mouth

I see their interaction
but the blizzard prevents
my intervention

I try but to invoke the lamb
but the blizzard takes my words
and through the blizzard

Only the cross may be seen
not the lamb
and not the lion

For the blizzard maketh all
indistinct
but I invoke the lamb
by laying a hand
before my own mouth

Quo imus?


In a field in a blizzard
a lamb standeth
holding a cross with one leg
and treadeth on a lion

In the blizzard it sees me not
in front of the white wall
from which I turn away my eyes
so that it shall not stare at me

In the field in the blizzard
the lamb sees me not
but the lion looks to the wall
and the wall looks at me

Like the lion I have bones and nerves and skin
but no mane, and
like the lion haveth not, I have
the urge to drink
Death away from my bones

Like the lion cannot ask:
Quo imus – where do we go?
and like the lion I cannot see
the way to walk towards the lamb

For the storm takes my words away
and the wall takes the storm