
Jannik Landt Fogt
Speculative fiction
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Sometimes
// Poetry //
July, 2019
Maybe It’s a new love
or a promotion
or maybe it’s something else
that makes the days feel like dancing rays of light
shining through a gown of silk
It is sun-warmed ears filled with the rush of alcohol
And it’s the feeling of sand between your toes
It is an absence of worries and a handful of postponed decisions
‘cause hey, we got more than enough time!
That is how it feels
Life.
Sometimes.

The Bench
// Poetry //
August, 2019
I usually take the subway to my bench.
Not that it's actually my bench.
I just like to call it that.
Then I go the rest of the way.
Up the rain-cured subway stairs
Through the traffic and across the streets,
until I reach the park
and my bench.
Then I sit down and wait.
Alongside the other alcoholics.
We should have seen it in the eighties
November 2019
We should have seen it in the eighties
That growth led us out of the road
to nowhere
We were even warned by David Byrne and Talking Heads
who sang about the same road
and about nothing but flowers.
But our eyes were fixed on MTV
and on everything American.
Betamax
blockbusters
and headfirst liberalism.