home again

home again
swifts and swallows cruise
the still still air
and the scent of lilacs … I up it
with a cigar and a fart

sleepless

still awake at dawn
an undreamed dream yearns
for my lukewarm coffee -
“you can have a fresh cup” I say
it yawns and dreams me up

?

?

the people
and the people alone
are the motive force
in the making of world history -
and then he went swimming

 

 

folket
og kun folket
er drivkraften
i skabelsen af verdenshistorien -
sagde han og tog en svømmetur

 

-*-

(quotation from Chairman Mao. He might’ve been right, but we’ll never know … )

(citat af Formand Mao. Han havde måske ret, men det finder vi aldrig ud af …)

(n.t)

as the sleet falls
i hear her turning pages
in the book she reads -
the world lost a color
while i hoovered

a dragon tale

to pass the dragon
guarding the Golden Bridge
I must answer a riddle:
”What tastesss the bessst
fudge or vanilla iccce?”

”I’d mix ‘em”, I say
the dragon looks surprised
and asks me to wait a bit -
he returns with two portions
of the mix in silver cups

we eat and eat
from his cornucopia of ice cream
and the dragon seems pleased -
we talk about this and that
and stomach aches

of maidens that screams
when you get near
of heartburn and sports results
of penguins and hats -
the sun doesn’t set that day

full and burping we agree
on vanilla-fudge and well-balanced girls
and shake our eight or eleven hands -
he bows and lets me pass him by
”Brothers in ice cream we are”

fool = bird – a wee bit of nonsense

“what kind of fool am I”
I sing to the cat
he opens one eye
and licks his whiskers -
“naw …”

–*–

(“fool” sounds very much like “fugl” the Danish word for “bird”)

evergreens

shades of gray
a few evergreens
defy the lack of color
I do the dishes to
One Note Samba

*

December darkness
savoring the evergreens
I invite
the girl from Ipanema
to stay till spring

Interview

I was interviewed by and Indian magazine about being a haijin: http://okiedoks.com/celebrity-interviews-celebrity-of-the-month—haiku-poet-johannes-s-h-bjerg-268.aspx

[what I do know]

and what I do know
a word
opens the ground
beneath my feet -
now falling is all there is

 

 

 

 

[the spirit leaves - No 4]

nausea
the pillow in the cover
stained with old blood -
we are garbage
and we know i it