Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 24, 2018 at 4:55 AM



I have unfolded my poetic wings

they have no feathers and the downdrafts

makes it impossible to soar

Tomorrow the doctor will see me, I have to walk

on a treadmill, just like Oscar Wilde

he wrote a book about it, I’m more modest

perhaps I can get an alternative poem out of the test.

I fear my doctor he has got cold hand and looks at me with distaste.

What I fear the most is a petrified blaze that turns roses into

bright diamonds no one will ever see and that oil spill

will cover the oceans with a rainbow slush.

Can`t tell my doctor this, he will only give me a pill for it.


Categories: None

Post a Comment


Oops, you forgot something.


The words you entered did not match the given text. Please try again.

Already a member? Sign In