A silent airport and a drunken monkey escort me to my room

D|o|G, 2005 | D|o|G slår ind på eksistentialismens brede og forunderlige vej i dette stille, men smukke digt, der formår at beskrive eksistensproblematikken i det 21. århundredes begyndelse på en mere subtil og superb vis, end man skulle mene det muligt.

A silent airport and a drunken monkey escort me to my room

A silent airport and a drunken monkey escort me to my room; you change my diaper, while I stick my bloody sword into this rotten factory of glory full of passion and prostitutes, who wave at my circus girlfriend.

You seem to drool when you lie naked on a bench and wait for me to cover you with toothpicks and sauce from my flaming but hostile abdomen. Yes I could be your father or a waitress, but as long as you live in Barcelona, you are not allowed to pee directly in my grandpa’s glasses: Gloomy apples rolling down from my testicles into your mouth, but as far as I can tell, it feels like you mind it.