HEY BOYSAN LETS GO HAVE A SMOKE AND A BEER
Fuck, Boysan
I thought you were on a selfie spree
with a dear lover, new hair or
one of those, oh boy, so boyinsan-ish
'wuhu, here's a diamond flash from a deep cave'
-ish
expressions you threw
like so many flame spears of life burning
through peoples eyes, lenses, screens, lost days and the whole
intercontinental
intersexual
inter
mingled timezone thingie you rode
like a twinsexed mercury high on a white winged horse
but, oh boy, wonderchild, Boysan
you fucking died, Boysan
riding a car on the freeway
and the selfie spree
pictorial tears of the left ones
screaming
for your presence, while you took off.
Could it be, Boysan
you took a detour, Boysan
up north to daneland, Boysan
where you once married
a worm and a bird
and stood up in high heels
in drag for the human right
to love freely
in the name of the most high
priestess, Boysan, princess, Boysan
after we shared a bottle of scotch
with the resident priest, Boysan
because it was too cool for fanatic school
Boysan
Are you sitting next to me now
watching me write this tribute
smoking
smiling
stroking my hair
waving it all off
basking on
in the sunlight, Boysan
forever
brother from another mother
let's go have a smoke and a beer.
CLAUS ANKERSEN
