En gang p\u00e5 nittitallet m\u00f8ttes en litt assortert gruppe mennesker der ingen kjente alle men alle kjente noen, tilfeldig p\u00e5 kafeen som den gangen het Permanenten. Vi var alle like blakke, men seks-syv mennesker klarte til sammen \u00e5 skrape sammen nok penger til \u00e9n kopp kaffe. \u00c5 dele denne kaffekoppen rettferdig var en utfordring, og l\u00f8sningen p\u00e5 det hele ble \u00e5 skrive et dikt p\u00e5 rundgang. En linje hver, og en (liten) slurk kaffe etter hvert bidrag. Jeg mener \u00e5 huske at vi midtveis i diktet tigget fem kroner til p\u00e5fyll av noen tilfeldige mennesker ved et annet bord.<\/p>\n
Diktet ble skriblet ned p\u00e5 et avrevet stykke papir, og endte opp i mine hender til slutt. Der det plutselig dukket opp igjen mye, mye senere. Jeg presenterer:<\/p>\n
Bohemian Coffeeshop Blues<\/strong><\/p>\n It was a dark and stormy night My life long love had left me So, after my time has passed and gone I’m not a bloody poet I have reasons to believe My sword is made of snakes They came from Venus and from Mars These two past lines are crap The blood is rushing through my veins Oh my god, I lost my genes En gang p\u00e5 nittitallet m\u00f8ttes en litt assortert gruppe mennesker der ingen kjente alle men alle kjente noen, tilfeldig p\u00e5 kafeen som den gangen het Permanenten. Vi var alle like blakke, men seks-syv mennesker klarte til sammen \u00e5 skrape sammen nok penger til \u00e9n kopp kaffe. \u00c5 dele denne kaffekoppen rettferdig var en utfordring, og […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":""},"categories":[21],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/ppHor-ta","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1808"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1808"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3525,"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1808\/revisions\/3525"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/epistel.no\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI was getting ready for the fight
\nWith my coffee in my hand
\nIn a world I couldn’t understand<\/p>\n
\nI felt like walking to the sea
\nTo stare down in the deep dark waves
\nI felt like the ancient slaves<\/p>\n
\nI will live on through my only son
\nThough he is a slob without a life
\nI’ll get a sex-change operation and be his wife<\/p>\n
\nBut now I know it
\nGodzilla is a horse
\nBeing shot in the veins by whores
\n(I wrote that myself, of course)<\/p>\n
\nThere are armchairs up my sleeve
\nArmored I walk on the battlefield
\nWith a penguin for a shield<\/p>\n
\nMy brain feels like corn flakes
\nHigh-heeled with fishnet stockings
\nI watched the starship dockings<\/p>\n
\nTo kick my puny little arse
\nLike butterflies falling from the sky
\nMy time was left alone to die<\/p>\n
\nI have to check my map
\nWhere the place might be where I want to live
\nTo leave the people I can’t forgive<\/p>\n
\nThe aliens are trying to melt my brains
\nBut I will stand up and give them a cake
\nTo prove my breasts are not fake
\n(though is this a chance I’m ready to take?)<\/p>\n
\nAnd you know what that means
\nI’m starting to believe that silence is gold
\nAnd we have to leave, because the coffee is cold<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"