Copenhagen Ducks?

What becomes of that pile of: unanswered questions,

green lungs that smoked too much jealousy and too much love,

and yellow eyes that never stopped crying,

is not yet known.

But what is known is insanity and laughter:

that damn stupid story gave birth to so much laughter 

that squeezed throats, that tickled the dry heels of old men 

until they died of laughter.

Do you know anything? 

There is no solution to madness but a fake wig of blonde hair

and bright red lipstick to paint your lips red too and your cheeks when they kiss:

a pair of red matching lovers.

There is no sense whatsoever, everyone is insane 

even the Copenhagen ducks are insane.

The puppet is put on the skeleton hand of that woman

who looks like a duck, talks like a duck 

Ducks don’t walk.

she manipulates the cotton thing with no hair

like it’s a husband.

Settle down, the map is burnt and no phoenix

will raise out of the ashes, do you think this is some other

dull legend of rebirths? 

There is no Jesus; Lazarus is gone too - where? 

Where where?

We will need an electroconvulsive shock

hush hush, the ducks are pecking the bready brain 

Do not disturb them or they will peck the bald top of your head.

There and here the red sweet wine (or is it blood?) drinks people.

Never start your day with eyeballs on toast 

did you already? Never let men touch that tooth (should I say truth?) to 

try those tricks today.

No sense, what do I know? 

Stop, stop, stop, stop

let that dog sit on my legs like a child that doesn’t walk. Ducks don’t walk.

let that dog back here to bark at the bones beams beer blackness. 

What did you put in the bloody muddy milkless tea that you made me?

Sugary nuttiness

Thank you, I do thank you I do play

games games of hearts 

love you love you this broken radio set up on a broken heart love you

I do not take sugar in my tea

What is found is not yet known

what is known is that today a bearded man bought himself

a new pair of socks