Treasure Island

oskar hansen


Poems of oskar hansen

941. the face 2/17/2009
942. the failed revolution 12/30/2010
943. The Faithful Believers 3/2/2012
944. the festivity 11/18/2010
945. the field of mortality 7/12/2010
946. the final chapter 9/4/2010
947. the flick 5/12/2009
948. The Fly 5/21/2013
949. The Footballer 1/5/2014
950. the forgotten one 8/30/2009
951. the fragility of love 10/5/2011
952. the French Language 2/24/2011
953. the gallery owner 7/22/2009
954. the garbage collector 11/23/2010
955. the gentle boy 1/9/2013
956. The Germans 9/3/2013
957. The Gift 4/12/2014
958. the god of fire 4/9/2012
959. The Good Faith 3/14/2014
960. the great encounter 1/22/2010

lady and the tramp

The Lady and the Tramp

I took the bus from Ellesmere Port to Birkenhead,
from there the underground to Liverpool, walked
to Hanover Street; took a rickety lift up four floors
to a studio where Miss Summers tried to teach me
to speak posh English. A hopeless task my Norse
accent refused to be relegated clung to my throat
like phlegm, the size of a jelly fish, and anyway,

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