Excerpts from
Morpheus
By Niels Lyngsø
Your face broadcasts on forty channels
I cannot possibly receive that much you
rise like pencil of rays and spiked mace
staggering my way
swarms of bees rage along the body’s contours
I try to answer for myself and call you names
Hyperbole Monstrance Gadget Ding an sich
and Medusa Face dear Face it doesn’t help
anger and horror and lechery
are foaming under the skin ungracefully
now you loose it now it goes
to pieces I don’t have
hands enough to catch you
From Pencil of Rays and Spiked Mace - Selected Poems published by BookThug, Toronto 2004
Translated by Gregory Pardlo
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