space is where all the good stuff is happening
where does all this dreaminess come from?
do you not trust the limbs to be severed and sold,
nor your voice to have a tone?
they have cats on their skin and they cant stop touching each other.
geeezuz, said the whores on istedgade as she walked by,
geeezuz said she when reading that paper, is this boring.
is this it?
well, as it permeates everything, this is it.
the mere mention of harmony a provocation.
what is the nature of one string hit?
and is there a future in it?
it dont mean shit
and theres no time to lose.
flower and robots entwine our terraces
and our views out to the sea,
but who said we want to be free?
they slingshot your copters
and slaughter your captains.
we built a shelter
dead boys had drawn buildings
for live girls to live in
turned the scriptures into tv
and we always knew
what it was we threw away
but now the ice is melting
soft the soil, heavily
let us make bricks.
we do not need renewed attempts
based on wrong grounds –
we need new grounds.
new austerity packÂ
“a new standard, a new no,
and if you come close, more than a new no.”
with gentle emptiness our space
we fill each other over the distance.
i own three forks –
when i have guests,
i borrow from my neighbours.
we watch our spaces carefully.
there s apples, chili and pepper
in a wooden bowl.
love and diligence take the place of the big car.
i open things with my hands.
i crack nuts with my hands.
no gym in the wild either.
my bed is white –
let us not rubbish happiness,
just not claim it for our own “i”.
so i will speak to you in the evening
and see you once a month.
we try to never stop learning.
if you only have a no, they will round you up and kill you.
there has got to be more and lower.
uphill our exercise and blessing.
tiny seeds, if rich, enough to feed us.
no need to name what is dead
name what is alive.