The Blouse

[santhere]

If anyone can remember Writing Writers etc. And Deskie, this was showcased over there, which I thought was astonishing since I didn't think much of it. Anyway I just dabble with it for my danish collection, translated a couple of english poems for fun and to see if they could be reinterpreted properly.

You can wear the blouse
as an armour
in your house
the doors are barricaded
though No-one seldom enter

Mom is dead
worms are crawling in her hair
but it is only about the blouse
you care

You can wear the blouse
as an armour
in your house

and while I am at it, I found another one I had completely forgot about.

Nothing Means Nothing

I suppose when the time comes
I will wish to fade away rather than burn
Out in a toxic atmosphere
And land in a sea thicker than tar

Nothing means nothing
I suppose you know
And never bother to look
for something

I suppose what reads then writes
Ghost hands fumbling with the ink
and I hold pre-emptive strokes
in a high regard
whatever that might mean to you

nothing means nothing
I suppose you know
And never bother look to me
for something


I think I have come a long way since these, but they do have a quaint simplistic charm, to me anyway.