Hello! And how are you today? Good? Yes? No? In-between? Rather not say? Keeping it a secret? It's a mystery? None of the above? Yeah, me too. So, without further ado, let's dive right in to this week's Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, kludge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Today, by special request from The Jan, is A-Ha's "White Dwarf" (listen to song and read lyrics here). Enjoy.
In The Mysterious Garden Of Denmark
Black library piece.
Star, star, planet, and
the left hand; perhaps you can sit in a little white dwarf.
I am an explosion explosion.
The government is increasing
Great branches are still warm
in the mysterious garden of Denmark, away upon the recognition of defeat.
Space, time, heart, your life in his ear.
What is the future of the United States?
Why do I know that guy?
Tithing House, identify!