01-06-2013, 08:39 PM
I. Walls
I wish I could in her own (second) language read Clarice Lispector,
I wish I could in his own tongue recite el Señor Jorge Ibargüengoitia Antillón
I wish I could sing Pablo Neruda's canto general and
dance you into ecstasy in one Caribbean night
flooded by the darkest light of blue of a star-lit sky.
I wish so much, it is very unlikely, (any of) it will ever come true.
At least, please, join my happily drunken mind
as it tipsily cakewalks through my finer dreams.
But how do you share all the loving
you feel with someone caged by herself
intra muros inexpugnables de defensa personal,
inside of unsurmountable walls of self defense?
II. Cis and trans and all that
here or hidden, open or lost ,
behind your fences
of fear, willing and lusting,
wanton you are
too much for me to cope with
in any sane way.
III. Invoking insensatez
What a
fine bossa, brimming with
(made-up but moving in-) sincerity.
Cry me a river and I
promise to cry one over you, too
(or at least I will pretend as hard as I can).
Your sarcasm killed the cat, Sorry, but this time
you did not make it
in time. On three
separate occasions
you missed!
IV. How?
How to go on from where we last left each other?
That (at least for me) is anything but easy.
I like the idea, that we are passers-by.
There was lots of liking and you know:
so much more.
I am not made for leaving lovers
and saying wet-eyed goodbyes.
I hate it so much and after this
final blow I do no want to
hurt anyone anywhy anyhow anytime again
(including myself).
And to finally (more finally than last time)
end it and end it and end it and end it
again and again and again and again,
I don't think, I can.
cheers!
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sad I know but somehow fitting. Cry
I had an unhoped for but very welcome constructive critic, a self- acclaimed sulky princess. Thank you very much. :-)
I wish I could in her own (second) language read Clarice Lispector,
I wish I could in his own tongue recite el Señor Jorge Ibargüengoitia Antillón
I wish I could sing Pablo Neruda's canto general and
dance you into ecstasy in one Caribbean night
flooded by the darkest light of blue of a star-lit sky.
I wish so much, it is very unlikely, (any of) it will ever come true.
At least, please, join my happily drunken mind
as it tipsily cakewalks through my finer dreams.
But how do you share all the loving
you feel with someone caged by herself
intra muros inexpugnables de defensa personal,
inside of unsurmountable walls of self defense?
II. Cis and trans and all that
here or hidden, open or lost ,
behind your fences
of fear, willing and lusting,
wanton you are
too much for me to cope with
in any sane way.
III. Invoking insensatez
What a
fine bossa, brimming with
(made-up but moving in-) sincerity.
Cry me a river and I
promise to cry one over you, too
(or at least I will pretend as hard as I can).
Your sarcasm killed the cat, Sorry, but this time
you did not make it
in time. On three
separate occasions
you missed!
IV. How?
How to go on from where we last left each other?
That (at least for me) is anything but easy.
I like the idea, that we are passers-by.
There was lots of liking and you know:
so much more.
I am not made for leaving lovers
and saying wet-eyed goodbyes.
I hate it so much and after this
final blow I do no want to
hurt anyone anywhy anyhow anytime again
(including myself).
And to finally (more finally than last time)
end it and end it and end it and end it
again and again and again and again,
I don't think, I can.
cheers!
--------------------
sad I know but somehow fitting. Cry
I had an unhoped for but very welcome constructive critic, a self- acclaimed sulky princess. Thank you very much. :-)