Lemon Extract: do you want to roll in ze hay? roll roll roll in ze hay?

whatever makes sense

Above me no seraphims or nymphs,
but crew-cut men, walkie-talkies, crisp
uniforms, the tallest saying,
"Sir, you'll have to leave."
This room with its mahogany clock,
azure lights, dozens of new chairs
set in perfect lines, the grain
smooth as vowels. Among tables a few students
scribble notes, others thumb pages
and everywhere the smell
of fresh wax. Down four flights
we march, one in front and one
behind, past portraits of dour
Southern fathers, stations splashed
with lilies and nudes, past
magazines, blunt newspapers,
thy willowy librarian
hovering with pictures above children, banished
from this kingdom of books,
dear lover, i too
have wasted my life.

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You talk about dissapointment the insinuating perfume of the last woman to leave you. Or the day your life Seemed to hang by a thread anyone could snap. But no one did. It isn't easy to feel convinced that every part of the world can be used against you. That loneliness Real loneliness , won't ever desert you That it changes into a kind of comfort. You tell your friend you live surrounded By the logic of terrible mistakes. And listening to yourself think Is another way of losing hold. But it's not. Trust me. That's what I know Living where I've always lived, inside this body you'd tremble to imagine which is why you want to imagine me and tremble. To feel certain You and I share almost nothing.

Lemon Extract

Saturday, December 31, 2005

do you want to roll in ze hay? roll roll roll in ze hay?

1 comment:

whatever makes sense

tribute to my consistency

We've met before

Homosapien..nism.

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