Morning Mood
Morning Mood.
I sit inside a massive white fog of nothingness and play on
my imaginary piano, with one finger, a ditty: Sun outside….
sun inside… sun only sun. I feel massively and supremely
untalented now that the amalgamation of writers, poets
painters and dancer that were inside me have turned into
an immovable block of zero.
I look at a black dot ringed by a grey cloud, if I look long
enough the cloud will disappear, only it doesn’t, instead
the dot disappears and the cloud turns into an evil dervish.
The amalgamation fragments and I sit in a rowing boat,
on a green sea, watch as seagulls evaporate into a void.
At last there is silence and I’m my vastly incompetent self,
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2011
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