Κυριακή, 15 Νοεμβρίου 2009

Nachtliedlein.



Unburdened from fulfillment, the child stands
Under the red brick tower of the church
Watching the sun as it shifts on the slippery dome
Of the heavenly aquarium
An elongating shadow forms
Martyrdom on its tip
"The whole plaza" thinks the child
"Is like a huge sundial, a stellar clock"
The clockwork shadow ticks of expiration
A full circle almost complete
Devoid of climaxes or rushes or ends.
Steps echo their descend further inside
Where the cogs and springs are only spirit
And the consumption of flesh is an unnecessary ritual.
No dreams attached
But a wish of a world of desires
Where the shadows are not mute
Yet the bells never toll.
No dreams attached
But a yearning for the normal
The healthy and mundane
And the peace therein.
The child colours its skin the colour of truth
And watches the night take its place
Equally treating everything high and low
Swallowing dreams and shadows
And burying crosses and smiles
Where everything
Unconditionally belongs.

Δευτέρα, 9 Νοεμβρίου 2009

Death Petting.



Granted with gifts from iron butterflies
We stroll with pockets heaving us below
Bright presents wrapped in endings.

The veins within, dictating expiration
Counter-clockwise depletion of abundance
And the implosive knowledge of it all.

A storm of raining ticks and flashes
And not one instance have we lived
A zillion calculated.

Seen were the baby-blues, turning senile
Learning from birth that the idea of light
Means absence of the dark.

Onwards roam clay and breaths divine; the failure
This is not home, there is no home
For hearts are known to decompose.

Spread steel wings open, let me ride
This flesh-carved ship of anti-recollection
Shakingly floating downwards Lethe.

Spread steel wings open, spread them wide
My eyes of cinders, tightly barricade
And hum away the failing world.

Granted with gifts from iron butterflies
We tear the mind asunder, claim defeat
Drinking away,fucking away the truth.

And when the thoughts are beaten blunt
We'll look again upon the accident in mirrors
Yet sternly vow that life is not the flaw.