Showing posts with label Anne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne. Show all posts

Monday, October 20, 2014

Ikke Forelsket

Forelsket

Ikke forelsket,
kan bare ikke lade være med at tænke på hende, 
men har ikke engang lyst til at kysse hende endnu, 
jeg kender hende jo ikke. 
Ja, hun er betagende, 
der var en grund til at jeg tog chancen. 
Hvorfor svarer hun ikke snart, 
der er gået flere minutter, 
nu timer, 
hvorfor ville det være mærkeligt bare at ringe til hende?
Ikke Forelsket.


L.S.Børresen

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Crushing Credentials

Crushing

day and dreams together.
Sensorimotor system lock downs.
Perpetual motion machine,
in the red;
haunted nerves,
pale skin death incarnate,

Copperhead,
amongst Corals,
captivating Gorgon.
Just a glance,
tough to withstand,
dawning on me,
particularly bright,
super Stella Nova.
Come closer,
engage!
Blinding at first, 
then engulfsion.
Tension tears thoughts.
Body implosion under atmospheric pressure,
filling up the charcoal hole at the center,
more craves more,
ready for what follows?
Inescapable chaos,
cosmos,
bang,
burning up,
steaming streaming consciousnesses.
Accelerating Acceleration.
Petrification?
Implosion?!?
and/or explosion!?!


Credentials

Least Significant Bit, 
Son of Poseidon,
demigod,
L'assassin,
Gils and Scars,
from enternal battles,
fish allergic to water,
stays away, but longs,

though time breathing,
divers syndrome,
oxygen
up
here
definitely different!

L.S.Børresen