Wednesday, March 21, 2007

På det jevne

21/3 er dagen sin, da det både er vårjevndøgn og verdens poesidag (UNESCO som bestemte det)! Denne dagen KREVER rett og slett et dikt:

40,000 flies

torn by a temporary wind
we come back together again

check walls and ceilings for cracks and
the eternal spiders

wonder if there will be one more
woman

now
40,000 flies running the arms of my
soul
singing
I met a million dollar baby in a
5 and 10 cent
store


arms of my soul?
flies?
singing?

what kind of shit is
this?

it’s so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man

Charles Bukowski – “Play the piano drunk like a percussion instrument until the fingers begin to bleed” (1970)

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