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Lars Palm - 6 poems

2/12/2016

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Picture
1.
dropped
off
at
the
bus
station
he
wanders
off
in
to
an
other
con
fusing
morning
***
2.
tired café
waiting for
 
the return
of garibaldi
 
stepping out
of one
 
of these
houses with
 
a smile
& another
 
one of
those strange
 
ideas he
always had
 

***
3.
this pint spells doom
& spills it all over the
floor of some trendy bar
condemning it to eternal
seediness & squalor with
clients preferring the floor
to the casks & them to the
glasses & the corrected eye
sight to the ice cubes &
cubist art to mass produced
impressionism & this imprint
to that one pound coin being
just a bit off colour & track
whether beaten or not
 

***
4. (unfuck the world)
 
do it now
 
do it thoroughly
 
do it by publicly embroidering your pillow case
 
do it by being unidentifiable
 
do it with gusto
 
do it by unbuttoning your uniform
 
do it in your lifetime
 
do it by night
 
do it by producing organic food
 
do it by the statue of a woman on a horse
 
do it by singing
 
do it because there's nothing better to do at the moment
 
do it by day
 
do it with pen & paper
 
do it in your spare time (should you have any)
 
do it by whatever means you deem necessary
 
do it by collecting 7 billion spoons & distributing them
 
do it on your job (should you have one)
 
do it with a frying-pan
 
do it collectively
 
just do it
 
do it by gathering & spreading knowledge
 
do it by unlocking doors
 
do it by not being caught on photographs
 
do it on your own
 
do it by asking simple questions
 
do it on your big whatever behind
 
do it with war
 
do it by defining yourself
 
do it by disregarding the powers that be
 
do it sitting down
 
do it again
 
do it by not understanding your native language as needed
 
do it by taking back the right to your eyes
 
do it by being a bit more you
 
do it standing up
 
do it by sacking your coach
 
do it by listening carefully
 
do it by overturning that cop car
 
do it at the very latest yesterday
 
do it while becoming a pumpkin
 
do it by opening windows
 
do it by putting beautiful obstacles in seemingly random places
 
do it before catching the bus
 
do it by removing the stripes painted on the albino donkey
 
do it by the waterside
 
do it by playing instruments you invented
 
do it with a contagious smile
 
do it on the south slope of a mountain
 
do it in the lifetime of your grandparents
 
 


***
5. (bus notes 11:ix:13)
 
departure berlin zentrale omnibus
bahnhof in kaiserdamm
            portrait of angela merkel
empress for germany
licence plate ”bar go”
            winding our way out of the greater
berlin area onto the autobahn
heading toward rostock
passing a truck from somewhere in former
yugoslavia ”natural beheadings of hens
& other beasts” on the trailer
almost at a standstill due to another
            roadwork (the second
in a few short miles)
southbound truck ”we know the way” to
the next ausfahrt (or beyond?)
oh dear deer you should have
            kept to the field
most petrol stations we pass
            are called total
spotted 20th animal transport heading south
passing a creek called dosse
10 minute break for a smoke or other
            needs at eldetal
a handful of very fully grown men
almost have time to
            get into a proper fight
back on the road
lion king going south
& the bridge across
peterdorfer see is not
currently in
            mint condition
pretty graffiti on a short wall
in the outskirts of a hamlet
some 70 kilometres
            south of rostock
hours later in falster political/existential
graffiti ”shit does not only
             come out of
             your arse”
some kind of traffic jam
arrival copenhagen central station
& after some confusion
departure copenhagen to malmö
via the locally famous bridge which
            he whispers
cost at least a dozen construction
workers their lives
arrival malmö södervärn
another
one
run
into
the
ground
by
this
system
 
                        when
                        will
                        we
                        reach
                        critical
                        mass?
 
***
6.
after
the
apocalypse
we
go
for
a
beer

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