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Poem

Frank Koenegracht

POEM WITH A HAPPY ENDING

When late at night in bed,
a book in your right hand, cock
in your left, you make up the balance
and decide: nought point nought
is what I have achieved; it is
dammit as if my house had been tilted sideways.
Or when you wake up as an insect
with yellow treacle oozing from all your wounds
but everyone behaves normally
and says hello and means well.
When you’re floating on the sea all dried out
and there is no hope left but only thirst
trembling you spilled your last cup
and splits are appearing in the plank
whose head will pop laughing from the water
who will say: cast your cares aside?
Your cheerful friend Frank.

GEDICHT DAT GOED AFLOOPT

GEDICHT DAT GOED AFLOOPT

Wanneer je ’s avonds laat in bed,
boek in je rechterhand, lul
in je linker de dingen op een rijtje zet
en constateert: nulkomma nul
heb ik bereikt; ’t is godverdomme net
alsof mijn huis is scheef gezet.
Of als je wakker wordt als een insect
en gele stroop uit al je wonden lekt
maar iedereen gewoon doet
en je groet en het goed
met je meent.
Als je verdroogd op zee drijft
en er is geen hoop meer maar slechts dorst
je laatste beker heb je trillende vermorst
en barsten schieten in de plank
wiens hoofd duikt er dan lachend uit het water
wie zegt er dan: zorgen zijn voor later?
Je vrolijke vriend Frank.
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POEM WITH A HAPPY ENDING

When late at night in bed,
a book in your right hand, cock
in your left, you make up the balance
and decide: nought point nought
is what I have achieved; it is
dammit as if my house had been tilted sideways.
Or when you wake up as an insect
with yellow treacle oozing from all your wounds
but everyone behaves normally
and says hello and means well.
When you’re floating on the sea all dried out
and there is no hope left but only thirst
trembling you spilled your last cup
and splits are appearing in the plank
whose head will pop laughing from the water
who will say: cast your cares aside?
Your cheerful friend Frank.

POEM WITH A HAPPY ENDING

When late at night in bed,
a book in your right hand, cock
in your left, you make up the balance
and decide: nought point nought
is what I have achieved; it is
dammit as if my house had been tilted sideways.
Or when you wake up as an insect
with yellow treacle oozing from all your wounds
but everyone behaves normally
and says hello and means well.
When you’re floating on the sea all dried out
and there is no hope left but only thirst
trembling you spilled your last cup
and splits are appearing in the plank
whose head will pop laughing from the water
who will say: cast your cares aside?
Your cheerful friend Frank.
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