Next Room


Extra poem for La suite en x

This is a room for a student
Where a woman hiding alone
Is full of fear for everyone

Next room next door and next button
Next time to ring if you can cross
The insensible corridor

Forming a claw with your finger
And then waiting for no answer

Next room is dreams with candy teeth
And a potential paradise
A place to drink a place to die
In a large bed covered with blood
Flooded with sweat and with champagne

Next room is beating in my veins
The white sheet offers me her lips
And we are wrapped in waves of waves
Ocean trapped in waiting room…

S, le 9 décembre 2017, Black Diamond and Byens Kro

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