at the end of the dirt road
there's a waist-high gate
someone's bothered to lock

To The Drunks At Enghave Plads

bodies at rest

cannot be stopped

become the stench

of winter nights

I believe in not

neither but

in the place

where all

that's gone

Who What Where When

Why’s alone

How's the dark

I always

when I think


Usage Not Meaning

I have to love something

I can be a nihilist or whatever

And still have fun can’t I

I don’t know anybody

In the military

In the insurgency

In cartoons

Any victims

Any winners

I smoke 8 cigarettes a day

Never drink on Sundays

And still have some fun can’t I