taste butter on my lips, i am not poor, not so very poor
but more and more the days go by, the tang ferments, the red cup
judgement holds is never still against my battered, open
future that looks just like the past, decayed eye teeth,
different, distilled murder.
i’ve lost the key to these handcuffs-
best not to wear them too long.
strip me of a great wish, uneven awakening in the neon green joy that
spreads
across the cities in the night.
i’ve no instinct for fashion, no right way to go, so all ways are open, closed, in, out, about.
no well-tailored lines, no wealthy acronyms stitched to my arse but shuttered, rotating doors that churn Zen into spam rolls-
an undisciplined conveyor belt, leading wherever it means most not to Fall.
That last line – “leading wherever it means most not to Fall” – it really blew me away. I’ve read your blog for a bit and I really appreciate how you find words for things so ineffable. Anyway, I like your blog, and I liked listening to these songs while reading it – there’s a few blow-away lines in them too:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArSBi7An3Jk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhh21crSohs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXunw66pjHQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54a4YMbjUGw
… hope you dig
cheers much Betty. i’ll take a listen and let you know :)
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Of course.
(knowing smile)
hehe yeah, you’d so get it. i should’ve known.
A love song for CK: INNOCENCE
A feebleminded child threw pebbles in the swimming poll
Hoping I would dive and gave back, for the sake of the game
Com dor de cabeça, I dove after
The pebbles thrown away and I thought
“do not give up, delfina” – said flipper
I know that the Beatles have killed the Kennedy
I know that Queen Elisabeth killed the princess Diane
I know that Pope has killed the former Pope
And was killed by the next one
And I know that I am not guilty of any of these
And therefore I cry, out of the pure innocence.
wow, i love getting poetry in response to mine. thank you for that, Roman!