Wednesday, November 7, 2012

the lullaby

in the middle of my body
the flesh moves
I inhale life
as all animals do

ground, tree, HA!

to eat
breath? Yes, breath
breathe
as all animals do

--
She said,
“Oh, but what a wonderful breeze against the leaves!
Isn’t it great? Do you want to hear it too?
Open up the window a little more, baby.”
--

wind, leaves, sounds
what are sounds?
harmoniously pleasing to
the hole in my head

i saw my mate
it didn’t notice the sound
so i moved around with the sound


happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday dear reader,
happy birthday to you.


a tune or a song?
what are these sounds?
does it mean anything?

nothing more than sound
it doesn’t mean anything
it doesn’t mean anything

--
I said, “Who cares about the breeze and the leaves?
I only want you. Let’s crawl into bed.”
--

mate looked at me
seems like he heard it too
He signaled the hole in his ear
I looked sincerely in his eyes


music is born
Aleluia, Aleluia, Aleluia


It takes two.


Praising twice to
who?
Someone?
no one?
Him?

Whatever you choose.

my mate and I dance
the most carnal of dances

--
She said, “Let’s listen to music while we have sex.”
I didn’t care about music, but she does.
I said, “Sure, put on a Pandora station.”
--

Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose#


sharing of the bodies
two become one

--
She was thinking, “Will he ever make me orgasm?”
I was thinking, “Is she ever going to stop talking?”
--

you want some of this cup?
he drank from the cup.

Do this in remembrance of me.


it was like when nature gets mad at us
except we controlled nature
as all people do


Duba bada baba dada badababa.
You’re gonna sing this song tonight
and maybe for days to come du daba.
It’s a trap. You didn’t hear that, right?


and it all turned bright
I felt warmth all around
we lifted our arms and danced


pauper, pauper servus et humilis
pauper, pauper servus et humilis#


with fire came light
with light came knowledge
with knowledge, temptation
and then there was sin

“Repeat after me,”
the teacher continues:
“We’re all sinners.”
The children repeat:
“We’re all sinners.”


Vivo sin vivir en mí
Y tan alta vida espero
Que muero porque no muero.#


--
Her eyes closed, she moaned and I knew
she reached her peak. I could tell by the
fainting squeak. I said, “Baby, did you reach?”
She smiled and didn’t answer.
When she doesn’t talk I know it’s real.
--

water drips from my eyes
it hurts to think of the
one who bore me
where is she?


Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas#

Do you know this sad song?
Are you familiar with the pain of Brel?
Do you even know your own pain?
Does it hurt when I talk about death?

You shall never know my pain!
Don’t try to understand me.
Hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!

I am the first to feel
to know about pleasure
to know about pain

I keep asking myself
is it better this way?

--
My hand has discovered all the
curves in her body. My tongue
has explored all the caverns within.
--

She must die. I have no option.

a mystery
is there another life?

--
When I woke up, she wasn’t there.
A cold stare did not love me.
She was gone and I contemplated
leaving with her.
--

To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub.


I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I took her away, away, far away.


the first to feel
is the first to know death
the first to know death
must take everyone away

away, away, far away

...no hay dolor más grande que el dolor de ser vivo,
ni mayor pesadumbre que la vida consciente.#



I’ve created a lullaby if you want to hear it:

“Sleep tonight, sleep tomorrow.
There will be no more sorrow.
Stop your breathing join me,
there will be no way to flee.
All your loved ones will join
  no need to feel alone.
You won’t see a new day.
I will take you away, away,
far away.”

What a wonderful song wouldn’t you say?
I’ve perfected it through the years.
I sing it to all that die.

--
I screamed, “Take me! Don’t leave me here.
We had a promise to die together.”
--

Silly man, your pain amuses me.
Why feel in your ephemeral existence?
There is just one absolute faith.


in the middle of his body
the flesh stopped to move
he exhaled life
as all animals do