Clown

"The world loves a clown"
an old song claims
not really - coldness
and dark thoughts
follow the pagliacci
and sweetness
was non sequitur.
A clown's role
is sadness hidden
among mirth.
Therefore,I am
a clown.

Humor er saftig

Lidt humor skader ikke -
langs livets vejkant.
Naelder og kornblomsters
lette vindpust er smil
af glaede og  trods tristhed
i et graaenende efteraar
maatte det lille blaa aks
sande at hvis  hun ikke lo
ville de vilde bier ikke komme
og soege hendes selskab.
Jo mere hun morede sig
over alt der passerede
jo soedere var hendes safter.

Frokost i October

En sommerdag i october
fik tanken til at trille
til et andet sted - en morgen
i juni .

En frokostbid i october
et proustisk oejeblik
et aeg - et ristet broed
lidt braendt.

Senere den dag i oktober
piskende og graat
varmede erindringens
draaber.

Slope

Falling
bloody
bright
yellowy
foiliage
fear of
coming
winter
today
was
gorgeous.

L'odore della vita

Un pensiero
come un tartufo
e
dolce come la terra
allora -

 la vita non
 e bella
 se
l'odore non
 fa niente.

Et pust af Aeolus

En tanke til en naer ven
sendes med efteraarets
ofte voldsomme pust -
den skal jo saa langt
over et ocean og bjerge
for at dale blidt ned
og narsomt strejfe
din kaereste kind.
Naeste gang du gaar
ud i paradisets have
og du der maerker Aeolus
er det en hilsen fra mig.

Unhymnal HIM

Hateful words
slander women
denigrating anyone
who has an view
differientiating
from "him".
Sadness beckons
from too close
reality shows -
unreal misogyny.

Remetamorphosis

Somewhere somehow
I made a buttterfly flap its wings
acts happened
without me being present

Somewhere somehow
we are participant whether or not
we want to
when we are alive

Somewhere somehow
the circle or circuit might close
consequentially
a fate was modified

Somewhere somehow
observing the metamorphosis
reshaped me
by adjusting my views.