Black

Ho um
black as blackness
midnight shadow
windowless room
locked safe full
of coal of coal
what a sweet
darkness open up
at night it goes
invisibly into them
your bulbs until death
puts on two coins
the world's red eyes
sink black inside
blinking volcanos
leave this poem behind
it is too black
even for you, friend,
glowing lights dance
before your eyes
you feel cheated
by this dark
and you write letters
to me or to
no-one at all
they pile in the dark
so black it hurts
so black Norwegians
get terrified and light
candles in church
and tell ghost stories
in Norwegian, I
well never be scared of
—I don't understand—
the language is simply
dark to me,
dark as the bottom
of a tin bucket
when water pours in
and that I call
ladies and gentlemen
the eye of the sea
looking from its bottom
through a fathom lense
into a vacuum
into a galaxy,

What a sweet dark
it is, ho um, what
a world of chalk