rim

et digt sally hun os sendte
men der var noget som hun glemte
hun glemte det der kaldres rim
som kun kan laves med saks og lim
men selvom hun glemte dette
vil jeg stadig for hende fedte
sally hun er nemlig smækker
smadder sød og smadder lækker
hun ligger drengene ned på stribe
falder de for hende er de i knibe
for der er mange andre om posten
så mange at de fleste ikke kan klare mosten
hun er james bond i kvindeform
er ligeglad med regler og norm

- og fordi hun er ligeglad med norm, kan hun tillade sig at skrive et digt der ikke rimer. hæhæhæhææhæhæhæhæhæhæhhæhæhæhæhæhæhæhhæhæhæhhæ

digt?

Can’t

I’m to small, to small to contain
It is growing, over floating
It can’t be hold back and I can’t hold it
In frustration, it blows up and becomes
becomes light, darkness, every nuance
Indefinable, not able to
understand, nothing to understand, nobody understands
because it can not be understood
Deeper down, deeper than the intelligence it is located
It is poking and wants to come out
Beside the heart
The heart is pumping
It
It is
Soft twilight
Indifferent rain
Every drop falls
Falls on my face, my eyelids
Falls and
Alleviates, heals, soothes
Bare feet
Swift steps against wet asphalt
Glass shatters
Drops
Blood, tears, rain
Indifferent.
No drugs, no remedy, no ecstasy
Can
Can free you from the craving, the desire, the unbearable, the eternal
Tearing and twitching
You are alone, I am alone
Lonely in the noise, of people, from people
The fire
cigarette is glowing, the smoke absorbs the night, absorbs everything for just one brief moment
Eye, wandering look
Silence
Is being held back, it contains
Scream, sound
Can never be finished, completed
Never exhausted
So much more, less
But I can’t
I, me
To small
Can’t
Can’t express
Everything, nothing

imagination