Poems From The Head

Gummifaren

 O father, where art thou?

I see you not

The sun is baking

It’s all too hot

Oh, there you are,

I open my mouth

And say in my mother tounge: “far”

I reach for your hand

And grab it

From where I stand

But your hand is so soft

It’s just like it’s melting

I’m getting apåffed

I say to myself: zummi, zummi,

Zummi, zummi, zummi, zummi

Min eneste far har blitt til gummi.

 

2008

 

 

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