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The Poetry Of...
Jan Oskar Hansen..........................................
Park Music
Yesterday in the municipal park, I saw an escaped
elephant shyly hiding behind an oak, not blowing
its own trumpet; I gave it peanuts, and it was glad.
I wasn't really very interested in the animal, got
a ladder, climbed up the tree to contemplate my lack
of future, and drink a bottle of beer unseen; to no
avail, a guard came told me to get down.
My silence contemptible silence was telling, after
some time blue uniforms came; they brought guns
and musical instruments, saxophone, guitar and
clarinet, their New Orleans jazz brought many
people to the scene, I got down from the tree, not
because I had too, but worried; in case the fugitive
proboscidean mammal joined in and blew its cover
A Walk in the park.
At the poets reading at a local hall that
reeked of tobacco, sweaty hands, and AA
meetings, they served sausage rolls and
tiny pies when no one looked, and no one
paid my for my stuff. I filled my pockets
full of food, lunch next day.
It was there I met the widow, she liked poets
and with her I spent the night with wine, roses
and the rest of the pies.
She gave me her dead husbands blue suit,
shoes and tie, alone I walked to the park to feed
the ducks yesterdays pastry crumbs.
The shoes sourly chafed and the tie tried to
strangle me, undressed, the weather was nice,
swam with the birds till the law showed up,
they had brought a wooly blanket and two
frogmen along
My Bride.
She had such a pretty smile, green,
clear eyes, honesty personified;
she was to be my bride. I had been
down to the divine stream picking
costly stones to make a necklace,
just for her, when returning, she sat
in the park, near the spring of youth,
whispering words of adoration into
the ears of another man, her green,
clear eyes were full of truth and love.
I gave the rivulet back its precious
gift; walked for years, through many
lands, and never once returned to see
what had become of my bride.
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