Three Poems

Portions

For this bad day, which has just begun. For this one shall to the kiosk after the well-known thing. For this triumphant home-coming with the well-known thing in the dust-coat’s inner pocket. For those first, so pleasant buzzings from within. For this depression caused by the following buzzings, which are no longer so pleasant. For this recovering anew. For surviving however. For this there is a little left. For this one shall again to the kiosk after the well-known thing. And in the end, for this that’s even without reason. Pre-Holiday Cocktail Should one again permit trade in ivory? December is the happiest month of the year! Long live Californian raisins and Italian walnuts with condoms hidden inside! Mads Thomsen invites us to a binge in the workshop, which produces oak coffins. Let’s honour the memory of our closest ones! Which bottle of wine is it now? I have counted up to seven scented angels. And in the end also Werner von Blomberg, who changed the planet’s history by marrying, unnecessarily, the sexy Fräulein Gruhn. Police note the names of the guests. Today I’m called Carp In Jelly - says the drunk Mads Thomsen. From out of the heavens the first broken glasses arrive. For a moment we forget about our stout wives and other unpleasant maladies. We are so tough again. Proposal for June In how many languages do birds communicate? Are we the only civilisation in the universe? Why are so many fools born every summer? Out of these questions let’s make a lottery or another chain of honesty, and send them to our closest friends. After one week we’ll get the first surprising answer.