oskar hansen


oskar hansen Poems

1041. daughter 7/9/2012
1042. darkening 11/28/2014
1043. dance partners 6/5/2011
1044. dance nocturne 11/18/2009
1045. dance macabre 2/27/2012
1046. dad´s army 11/10/2012
1047. cylindrical mirrors 6/15/2009
1048. Curtain 7/18/2012
1049. Curse Of The Facebook 2/23/2013
1050. Cumoulous 9/7/2012
1051. Culture 7/4/2014
1052. cultivated is my valley 3/2/2009
1053. cracks in the mirror 3/27/2011
1054. cowboy poem 7/5/2010
1055. Couples 4/15/2014
1056. country road 9/11/2009
1057. corrosion 7/12/2014
1058. cookery programs 6/6/2014
1059. continuation 3/18/2011
1060. contemplation 7/10/2014

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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