So, back to the
hidden chamber again
it has always been
between you and me
headlights shoot towards
this dot between the eyes, dark, persevering –
inwards.
between the blade and
the neck,
between the rifle and
the serenade –
grotesque, weeping –
puppets ride out to
win the world tonight.
….
Mama’s new bakery
it’s never ever too
late
Tramcars of yolk and
honey
Mornings on my plate
At times I read Lorca
and at others I
masturbate.
…
Child, I’ve told you
of valleys that’ll never be
and of breezes that
won’t whisper ancient tales of longing
except when the moon
goes down on all of it
and inside our secret
pact, hidden safely from the ready world.
and then,
somewhere down the
dusty trail we’ll see a mad city burning
and half-charred
humans & dogs running amok.
I haven’t lied to you
I must go far away
tonight.
…
down the streets,
fifteen blocks
lived an old man in a
dark room
at the end of a dark
alley
his skin was wrinkled
and he played the violin cold & sharp through frozen spines
once, when the lights
were out
and a sweaty night
jumped from trashcan to trashcan like a blind cat in hot pursuit,
he took his violin,
walked out of the alley straight into the street
he poured kerosene on
the timber and he lit it with a matchbox
that had a little
girl in a polka-dot frock holding an apple and smiling on one side
and ‘Vivre se Vie’
written on the other
it burnt, brave and
lonely
like candles on
coffins of the losers and the lost.
certain flowers trap
insects and eat them up when hungry
certain sharks arrive
on dreams and ask for their lost kingdom.
….
Ghosts of dead
sailors come out tonight
Most of them have
holes in their pants
all of them have salt
in their breath
as music of death
pours out of their skin
they ask me the way
to the saloon
I won’t reply
I am not one of them
and I’m not afraid of
ghosts either.
…
Gasoline sonata!
Gasoline sonata!
You ate a quarter of
the moon
you needed the
river’s wine to gulp it down
your dialectics of
effervescence
your gratitude to the
cauliflowers
what eyes! what
phantasmagoria! what great grand symphony!
but I can’t love you,
because you lied to
me when you said that paperboats go where all dreams go when it rains in the
mountains far away
and because you have
no flesh.
…
I kiss you in my
mind’s eye
there’s love in the
streets
there’s music in the
sky
and in this dim-lit
room
flowers that wilt
elsewhere
hide their faces
& bloom
you kiss me in my
mind’s lips
we play the music
soft
and then I touch your
hips
and in this dim-lit
room
children stabbed by
monsters
light cigars &
laugh at doom
thus here’s music,
cigars, flowers and laughter
so let’s make a lot
of love tonight
and make more of it
the morning after.
…
