Starfish

Jeg har lige genopdaget Antony & the Johnsons – jeg er rørt ind i min poetiske sjæl.

 

Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me, me, me
But just “ripple” said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile

It’s true I always wanted love to be
Hurtful
And it’s true I always wanted love to be
Filled with pain
And bruises

Yes, so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed ” I just compeletely love you!
And there’s no rhyme or reason
I’m changing like the seasons
Watch! I’ll even cut off my finger
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!
It will grow back like a Starfish!”

Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very happy
So please hurt me

I am very happy
So please hit me
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me

I’ll grow back like a Starfish
I’ll grow back like a Starfish
I’ll grow back like a Starfish
I’ll grow back like a Starfish

I’ll grow back like a Starfish
I’ll grow back like a Starfish
I’ll grow back like a Starfish
I’ll grow back like a Starfish
Like a Starfish…

Hyldest til Inger Christensen

Når livet er angsfyldt og hæmmet
blir’ sindet så stille og grimt,
at alt der er smukt bliver fremmed
og mødet uendeligt slemt.

Så spærrer vi udsyn og hjerte
og kalder det dansk politik,
forfremmer den gnavende smerte
til sandhed og rigtig logik.

Et land, der er småt befolket
kan lukke for alt der er nyt,
det små bliver storladent tolket
mens vi reelt bliver snydt.

Forfattet af undertegnede til minde om Inger Christensen og hendes samfundsrevsende poesi.