the moment I leave the country
my money turns to metal in my hand
and my language becomes a secret I can say out loud
I’m a radio broadcasting noise on all channels
I’m a newly built estate full of objects without function
their beauty preserved, but their sentimental value destroyed
because everyone who loved them
is dead
I recently travelled to Sheffield and back, and during the trip, I conducted the experiment of trying to write non-stop. It wasn’t easy – constant new impressions and being ushered from bus to train to plane etc. every few hours made for not-very-constant writing. But I did manage to complete a handful of writings, which were in Danish, but which could be easily translated into English. I figure this group of poems especially should be bilingual, considering the travel connection. :) So while I’m putting up a Danish poem from the trip every Wednesday, I’ll post the English version of said poem every Monday. The first one will be posted above immediately. I’ll tag these poems with ‘cph-shf-shf-cph’ and of course ‘English’.
I am alone in a world of bodies
that grasp my engineering feats
like leeches biting into a shoe
surprised that this flesh is without blood
It’s as if every day a peacock’s tail rises from your ass like a moonlit halo. I can’t see it, but I can feel its eyes staring at me like a starched audience. I try to match your glamour, but all my outfits are incomplete without that invisible accessory.
