Monday 10 June 2013

Noah's 119th egg / Noahs 119nde æg

just
about
enough

                         now the homeless woman has been forced
                         to relocate. Her patch is dug up, men are
                         cutting op big granite blocks into something
                         I suppose will be part of the new look of
                         the place. She has moved all her stuff across
                         the street and is now camping on the pavement.
                         It's a wide pavement. She isn't in the way. But
                         I'm sure someone will make a fuzz. There are still
                         folks about (mostly newcomers) who think the
                         inner city can be as well ordered as the posh suburbs.

a world
centre

                         She made a web-site. On a piece of cardboard
                         she has written the URL and placed it for everyone
                         to see and she wears a knitted bonnet despite the 
                         summer-like heat. I haven't yet visited her site.

of vanilla
ice cream

                         petrochemical rainbow
                         I ride a turtle back
                         into the dream-time



***




lige
næsten
nok

                         nu har den hjemløse kvinde været nødt
                         til at finde et andet sted. Hendes plads er
                         gravet op, mænd skærer i kæmpe granitblokke
                         for at fremstille et eller andet, som tilsyneladende
                         skal være en del af pladsens nye look. Hun flyttede
                         alt sit habengut over på den anden side af gaden
                         og har nu slået lejr på fortovet. Det er et bredt
                         fortov, så hun sidder ikke i vejen, men der er nok
                         nogen, der skal finde på at brokke sig. Der er stadig
                         folk heromkring (mest tilflyttere), der tror at den
                         indre by kan være ligeså velordnet som de fine
                         forstæder.
et
verdens
center

                         hun har lavet en hjemmeside. På et stykke pap
                         har hun skrevet URL'en og har hængt det, hvor alle
                         kan se det. Hun har en strikket hue på trods
                         de sommerlige temperaturer. Jeg har
                         ikke besøgt hendes side.
.
af vaniljeis

                        petrokemisk regnbue
                        på en skildpadde rider  jeg tilbage
                        ind i drømmetiden

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