Lourdes

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watching the death of a a mermaid may be the saddest thing on earth

still I am a mermaid , but my tail is split

Written 2006-07-23


waiting
in crystal water

untangling my hair
with my fingers

waiting
for footsteps

licking salt
off my arm

waiting
with a silvery shadow

watching my limbs
slowly turning white

waiting

but you never return
and soon
I will grow legs

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thoughts that do not fit any poem

am I your love then?

Written 2006-07-22


when you feel my small hand around yours
three o'clock in the morning
am I your love then?

when I lay down in summer grass
revealing my mountains and wine
am I your love then?

when you expect me
and I make you wait
am I your love then?

when I let you unbutton my Sunday dress
with your unshaved face
am I your love then?

when you've ran across town looking for me
and you find me in the bathroom
am I your love then?

when the umbilical-chord is cut in two
and my scent is fading from the pillow
am I your love then?

when you find lilies growing in snow
and my bracelet underneath your armchair
am I a memory then?

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the sliver of her memory , original version

Written 2006-07-21


as her braids grew
waist long
touching her compass
misguiding the map
he was still looking for her

in the dark river
where she held her breath
through every season

he had built a nest

for her return
was to be
from this murky water
dressed in the same lavender age
she wore in the last kiss

he would never leave her
to their prayers
and if she enters waters banned
he would still wait
until the sliver of her memory
would once again breathe
his name

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they carry her out

Written 2006-07-21


They carry her out

In Sunday morning light

Boots wet from snow

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Requiem

Written 2006-07-21


As he caught fire

thunder spoke

with

neon spit

signing the sky

with furious lightning


leftover glass hatred

pierced the darkness after


igniting my lantern

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Idaho in haiku

Written 2006-07-21


Idaho in dreams

Breathes in orange blue

Spelling my longing

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You took me down to the mirror hall

Written 2006-07-21


You took me down to the mirror hall

Held me tight tight around my neck
then banged my head into mine
with great force

I fell asleep there
by the smell of your shoes and the wet
that made its way in
where it came out

It was good to feel
the weight of darkness
that became a warm home

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broken haiku

Written 2006-07-21

the sunset from her mouth

came out of her silent scream

in blood shaped river

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as she turned the red roses blue

Written 2006-07-21



she would cover her eyes

with her right hand

now a shelter from their stare

and their mouths noise

talking like whizzing serpents

about her poor parents

having to kiss this child goodnight

telling her it`s perfectly alright

to make the red roses blue

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røde døde bøker

død er også et sakrament

Written 2006-07-21

Hysteriet kommer

blottet for velkomst

toget voldtar torsoen over en bro

rystningene tar aldri slutt

selv ikke når sirenene kommer

og går

Den død-drukne like ved

skraper en finger mot skinna

så er det liv i oss begge

Drømmen romsterer igjen

klør seg på baken

som vibrerer i det obligatoriske gjespet

bekjenner sitt noervoer

i doskåla

før den kryper

tilbake til sovestedet


Redusert til vannstoff

forsøker jeg å bestille en toast

forgjeves

her serveres ikke de ugudelige

forener leppene mot stemmen

den forblir mikroskopisk

og jeg ligger sulten igjen



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