To poets, lovely Denmark’s not a friend:



To poets, lovely Denmark’s not a friend:
there’s too much commonsense, it’s too prosaic.
These blonds just blindly make life a bland blend;
but life should be a salad, a mosaic.
Long live the Christiania anarchists!
Bare feet, graffiti, dog shit, broken glass!
Runaways, pushers, folk on Wanted lists,
the type you’re careful around when they pass.

Well, maybe I exaggerate… I love
museums, bike lanes, all the walking streets,
orderly lines without a need to shove,
the clean green parks, the clean stores full of treats…
And after all, I write in sonnet form:
a lovely, useful, ordinary norm.

Robin Helweg-Larsen

If you have any thoughts about this poem, Robin Helweg-Larsen  would be pleased to hear them