DENMARK BROCHURE Poem by Mark Waldron

The mood is polite, facetious.
Manning himself, disordered, facticious.
The average colour, purpley-beige

except when it's dark. (Forgive me,
but all of us, we did look up at the
night sky. We saw behind the day's

blue curtain - saw the terrible workings.
It seemed so bored with us!)
According to the intro (and why not?),

the average temperature is coldish,
depending. The sky, humdinging.
Geography, nice, alien,

peninsularic. Penguins, erroneous.
The sea, blank, made quite crispy
with say-so. Manning, popped,

avoidant. Marcie, ghosted, jizzed, lit.
I could go on. Beasts don't even
glance at a smashed moon.