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dikt er dikt sa mannen og vrei seg i smerte

eller var det smerten som vrei seg i mannen

som eit dikt?


Smerte dikt

dikte smerte

Smerte dikte

diktesmertedikt

smiktebertesikte

bertesmiktedikte

smiktemertebikkte  s

ertebertediktesmikkte

testikkel med et hjerte


ertemikkeldikterjækel

diktermikkeljækel berte

ertebertediktermikkeljækelhjerte

Benediktermunkenbrukerskovertemothikken

Munkedikterbrukersverteskomotovertro

smerten lever

leken med ord vil aldri forsvinne..

        i crossed the rugged ocean

        in a small boat made of emotion

           I climbed the big trees

             with claws and theets

           I said the forbidden words 

             i ate the forbidden herbs

            Now i am one of those nerds

             who believes in the dark lords

                   of the nether

                       worlds

 
              Then a strange silence came bouncing in

                   pronouncing ever so quietly

                   That now He was the King

                         And alll of the land

                           must be silent

                      on his all engulfing command



                          No! Thought I

                          slightly dulled

                          by the loss of mind

                          slightly numbed

                          by a feeling of being plumbed

                          and stuffed with a nasty lie

                          NO!, Thought I again

                          like an ecco on a desolate train

                          like a gecko caught while insane

                          For how rude an act

                            to command silence to my trumpet

                             to my instrument of fact!

                          This i could not bear

                          This brought to my tender chin

                            many a salty tear



                            i cried the oceans

                            I cried the rivers

                            I made tea out of earthly shivers

                            and gave a drop in a cup

                            served nicely spiced and hot

                            to the King kong of silence-NOT

                                  to shake him from his

                                  throne of hush-hush

                                    and make him... pop.