Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

17 January 2012

the song sets you free


the wood and the nail cutter
a drum of unwashed water
   glass bottles
gone all asunder

dare you to heaven
         you alone

    when the unaffected by
one little day of
bright-light-truth
         get to   even

and if the cat’s been eating rats
he is not hungry for power
   anymore
he only hungers
    for more rats

      and bottle caps
the afternoon wasted
on honey
            and naps
feeling the effects
   of the latest relapse

the lack of sleep
      and confidence
motivation-ambience
but smiles are still
   collectible
and that’s nice to see
            with a paranaque wink
      this hand holding decree

it’s too far to walk
      she said
and the traffic
   is busy busy buzzy
it’s bizzy
      like neighbor-bees
swirling and cutting
at anything with knees
      that’s you boy
            and now   it’s me
   well now
      now
i need to go sleep
the words that i say
      are the ones that i mean

sleep the warm still night
      to fix aches in my head
and make my back forget weeks
   of trying so hard to make
                  these two ends meet
thank you for introducing them to each other
   for me
            and
sweet dream the street dreams
      where the song sets you free








16 January 2012

dark orange


    this dear rea
sweetly sleeping
     the sweet dreaming
in proper uk english
            keeping both of our secrets

       we pass notes of affection
each night/morning
      and morning/night
           from up in the air
from thousands of miles
      and i'm not even sure if it's right
but i'll see her again

      tonight

         tonight



10 January 2012

chinese translation #24


facing a very personal universe
in tiny degrees
but also
      realities
original and dry
didn’t know
            how high
or that
imitating others
was in and of itself
the appearance
      of earning a living
and in a time like this
         a time
   unoccupied by giving
people think to be by myself
book-traveling
parting
   hair
      sea
waves
trying to imagine
addictive
is not best
that lisa lisa and the cult jam
would never pass the test
      now

i like to read
            the really big books
but only until
   i get myself took
and i know i’m being taken
can’t do anything about it
can’t live with
      or without it

active   but
very  
      ‘i haven't decided’
about the
ten years future
sloppy and optimistic
in general
the foolhardy and heterogeneous
    the film
black coffee is my every day
   exhibition activates
the lack of sulfates
         like outdoor ever what
ever who
      ever bet
on me and you
   and yet
we keep going
         perhaps living
perhaps knowing
            perhaps  wondering
wandering
      wallowing
in activities
   like   reading
or lying
            in the eyes
a sense of obligation
            like any culture can decide to
be revived
   at night
         to travel
in tail lights

  lions    curtains

      barefoot
            undone