I try to think about the ways
you would step on my shadow
So I could run away
of what was our game

I try not to think of how
You looked at me
So deeply confused
or with accusation

I try to think of the happiness
in your eyes
when I came home
to keep you company

I try not to think of the grey
that infested your skin
to settle the statement
of a lesser heartbeat

I try to think of the sun
that made you brown
both out of happiness
of the warmth around us

I try not think of the last words
you said to me
before you lost your mind
I try not to think of the emptiness
you left behind

I try to think of the way
you used to live
before you died

I don’t want to feel the tears rising
as I hold my choking inside
To show you my vulnerable side
when you are watching

I don’t want to talk to make you feel better
To feel the energy drop by trying
to make only you happy
as I am losing all the time

I don’t want to feel happy
when I know it will end
and I feel the emptiness
of something I know
I never had

In goes
the poison
out go
the cells
Like your breath
that still reminds me
you’re alive

In goes
the poison
out goes
the hair
Like your mind
that can’t cope how
things are

In goes
the smile
out go
the tears
by the thought
of losing you
forever

Desire
Over syrenen
summer helikopteren.
Bob Dylan synger en
stor tekst i en lille højtaler.
Hurricane.

Løb ud i natten, fordi
du er sort !
Han var 33 år da han gav
disse ord til
Ruben Carter.

I enhver sandhed
er der et flig af
løgn

Hvem ved
hvad Ruben Carter
løb fra den nat
da Bob Dylan
skrev

Syrenen har
forlængst blomstret.
Bob Dylan skriver
videre. Ruben Carter
løber ikke længere.

Himlen er blevet
grå, helikopteren
er fløjet, og Bob
synger videre

Og ta’r
ligesom jeg,
en kop kaffe
mere

før han går..

Creating a game

Behind the fence
we found a dead dog.
I wanted it burried
in your garden.
You didn’t

Behind the fence
there’s still a dead dog,
it ain’t burried yet,
but we don’t see it
anymoore.

Nor each other