CAR POLISH
Rene van Densen Car polish
The Polish
The police
The polls
Kinepolis
Kinepollies
Acropolis
A car polish
Poliokliniek
Polikliniek
Kliniekpolitiek
Polizeikrimi
Krimiclown
Downtown
Hij zei, Polizei
Polly want a cracker
and some car polish.
juli 2017
IT SHOULD BE SUNSHINE
It should be
sunshine
Not scorching
heat
It should be
shiny
Not blindingly
bright
It should be
sunny
Not
blue.
FINGERS V
Tiny
and somewhat
chubby
clumbsy
tiny and
round
grabs
your finger
all five
tiny fingers
round
the one
and you wonder
when these fingers
will be big enough
for other
tiny fingers
to grab.
FINGERS IV
clawing, reaching, swimming
grabbing hold of sky and sea
and beach, the beach
digging our ways
to a new place and a
new life but
mostly, away
clawing, reaching, swimming
waving in panic and reaching
one last touch
air
above
the
waves
what will my fingers
touch
when I’m gone ?
whose fingers
will touch mine ?
will they
burn first
or last
like the end
of the candle’s
wick?
whack
wave
waving.
FINGERS III
with dirty nails
they point
everywhere
because that
is that
and they want you
to know
they know
with dirty prints
they point
to each other
because they know
in the end
they point to themselves
digitally
their digits
stretch and point away
in any direction
they can dig
their nails into
because
they know
that if they don’t point
the fingers might
actually
need to be put
to use.
FINGERS II
they tickled
the night sky that
allowed them
full visibility
miles away you
could see them
wiggling and giving
anything that
tried to run,
to hide, to live
the proverbial
fingers
crawling onto
the squirming and
the dying
they reached
for the stars
for Home.
Feestjes
Je hebt van die mensen die als ze een boek hebben uitgelezen, dat in een kast bewaren, als een trofee van de afgelegde route, en zo hun huis volbouwen met uitgelezen boeken die ze daarna nooit meer aanraken. Helaas voor mijn boekverkoop ken ik dergelijke mensen te weinig. Met statistische inschatting en logisch redeneren concludeer ik echter dat ik dergelijke mensen minstens in een fors aantal in mijn leven heb gekend. Ik heb veel mensen gekend en daarna ongekend, dus daar moeten mensen tussen zitten die hun boekenkasten volbouwen met leestrofeeën.
Lees meer
FINGERS I
and so the final nails clawed,
tried to grab on to
things groped brittle
and gone
High up in the trees
the monstrous brutality
we once called
humankind, roared
A cry of victory
over everything
worth competing for
It was a gloriously
hollow day
as the sun gently
comforted the nothing
that remained.
BETRAYAL
At best it was bold
but that’ll barely matter
once the word is sold
the believers will scatter
Abstract distraction
devalue of deference
uninspired dissatisfaction
failing to make a difference
A tasteless demise
served on a silver platter
and the inscription will read:
it was bold,
but didn’t matter.
BLESSED
I can see you
through a million eyes
because a million eyes
are looking
And I’m not sure
that I like
what they see
No one sees our fights
or how sloshed you can be
how you hide your age under
fake smiles and paint,
so very much paint
Sure, they see
the curvy wrappings
wiggling and
attracting
I get to see
the awful mess
you really are
Aren’t we blessed ?