And I made it blue because I had to print out like 20 copies and my black ink was dead.
But someone said it gave it a cold feeling and affected the reading, so. HERE YOU GO. blue&classy.
lyset i København
No northern lights dance across
the ether,
just days that burn from ten
o'clock till three;
night cop car light shows paint
my walls like fever
in this city where only cold is
free.
Around the streets there is a murky
blue
reflecting off the harbor's
painted row
of wooden Lego structures, every
hue,
that even in the winter seem to
glow.
But on the coldest days the
windows throw
the golden mead of Odin's warmest
hall
from Islands Brygge to Bispebjerg
S-tog;
from Satan street art to the
mermaid small.
In fact, I missed the winter's
cheerful numb
when summertime was plagued with
midnight sun.
