Saturday, August 31, 2013

flop - yotsumono

nameless clouds
the point of departure
floats between ducks

this, my friend, is nowhere
help yourself to the mini-bar

the equation to prove sadness
the 0 I write
stays flat

summer’s coming to an end
my flip-flops just flops





navnløse skyer
udgangspunktet flyder
mellem ænder

dette, min ven, er intetsteds
gå bare løs på minibaren

ligningen der beviser tristesse
0’et jeg skriver
forbliver fladt

sommeren lakker mod enden
mine flip-flopper flopper kun





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