When Dreams
Dry Up

When dreams dry up —
When dead dolls dance in rags —
Children are grown —

The full tit, withered, sags —
In memory and wish

The wrinkled penis rises, not in flesh —
Gardens are left to weeds —

Taps drip unfixed —
Dishes reused unwashed —

The music skips —
When there’s no love, not tenderness or lust —
Then let the decades crumble, and the dust
Of marriage not be swept up, but blow away


Robin Helweg-Larsen

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