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this one, mine. ALMOST ALWAYS. July 06, 2002.

Posted by kid_A on July 6, 2002, at 13:53:39

In reply to i get so confused when it's not yr poem! ;-) (nm) » kid_A, posted by Zo on July 5, 2002, at 15:46:17


ALMOST ALWAYS


April I

When was he born?
and what time?
and how?
In blood you say?
The baby will
be dead
by thirty
If not sooner
Toss him out
with the bathwater
Oh, what a hot
summer it's been...
To Shoot through
the sky and
follow, to
Smash each season
trod under foot
It was useless then
it is useless, well,
you understand,
don't you?


April II

They want to kill me
don't you see?
They're lining up
one by one
They'll show their
colours soon enough
And then who will own me?
Who owns the dead?
The dead own the dead
someone said
That thin love grave
That breathless smile
That blossoming fist,
Better still
the conqueror worms
crawling for
your eyes
A lewd kiss of
Cupid and Psyche, yet
I am not so unlike you
I walk, that is all
My hands are
paper thin, and
they can not touch
they can not touch you
they can not
touch.


April III

See him crawl?
He's like an animal
He's bitten the moon
in twos
Throes of passion
for the moon,
drooping sad like Mary
Chosen like a horse
stamping mad!
Look at her...
Gaping like that---
unaware of
that life wrapt
round her neck
Behold! The mighty
Albatross!
Behold! The lonely
Sea!
To hold and rock
the eyes
and sting them
shut, Oh
What seduction---
If she's not careful
she'll surely drown
Oh, most surely...
Phlebas, your
soulmate.


April IV

Oh those were the days,
weren't they---
The Days of Wine and Roses
the dirty days of two
The days of rain and
blackouts
what a team we'dve made
sulfur dreams and
Willow trees
Pray'd on by the
Harpies
Singing with the
dripping of
Each drop, and
The fixed stars
anchored by
a doped up moon
swimming
stupid in the sky
Who thought that
time would not
Stop, Oh
What a soft
explosion of truth
was loosed upon
this Earth
Yes, these are
the days---
What sufferer
did not stop,
What wanderer
did not pause
t'say hello
All along that
swell path,
that rose and
sunlit path of
morning,
It would be
the same
for

me.


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