Indsendt af Erik Kruse Sørensen den 25 apr 2017 - 02:37
Sunflower Sutra
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry.
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.
Indsendt af Erik Kruse Sørensen den 11 Feb 2015 - 21:41
Ready-made kunst...dagen efter valget af en venstre-regering...
Gendigtning af Allen Ginsberg: Cosmopolitan Greetings.
Til De Gyldne Laurbærs & Internationale Barders poesifestival, Struga 1986.
