Jan Oskar Hansen Poems

A Vision
Eifel tower the old whore is lit up again
her wide open legs still drip blood, and
her hips are white and slim and she has
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Some Doomsday
The heaven is held up by eight boa constrictors when they shift
positions cause thunderstorm and blizzard. They feed on stars and
sometimes when you see few of them it is because the snakes have
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A Lady in Red
The road leading to the main lane is a sight black and shiny
with white stripes on each side, it was resurfaced not for us
locals, but for a golf course in a grove of a thousand olive
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Bagatelle
You see a thing like the old olive tree
At the entrance of the village and take it for granted
Until you suddenly see the tree is dying
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Adjourned
I was up early had a shower and was smelling
like newly opened jar of honey.
Underwear and clean socks a must and I combed
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A cloud`s romance
White butterflies covered the glade like a film star`s living room
still unspoilt by drops of red wine, cake crumbs and vomits.
They suddenly flew up over tree tops became a white cloud drifting
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The Last Viking
There had been a war in my part of the world, peace there is never one,
people fight wars in other parts of the world more brutal than ever before.
The first winter of peace was the coldest anyone old could remember and
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A Bus Ride
I had bought a newspaper in town and was taking the bus home,
a half an hours ride up to my village. I looked at the headlines
and noticed the paper had no date, were I reading yesterday’s
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What Remains
In a man`s life
There are two happy stages
Childhood
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Winter of Discontent

The cloudiness has settled in the sky
And act as an unpalatable truth of the kind
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