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p03m 4 my b1r7hd4y (2day) -- Song Of November.

Posted by kid_A on November 29, 2001, at 10:33:15


SONG OF NOVEMBER


the song of november
is upon us, it waits
like an awful
surprise--
oh it's got a
cousin,
you know him--
mr. sun

it waits because
of
inevitable--
and
waits--
each day,
perchance,
to rise!

it is like Minos
who waits for
me--

Him wants me like
raindrops in a
beach pail

Him wants me like
a paycheck

Him wants me in
a nightshirt, to
stamp his boot on me
and shove me
in a pinebox

Him wants to
push my peg into a
Circle

Him wants me snug
as a bug in a
cyclone, my
lovebug--
full of kisses

deep blue
kiss, doomed yet
still a
kiss

how beautiful!

and all around
me
my little karaoke
november
propping me up
like Charles IX
on his
buiscuit

that waited
for my age
its crawling up
like a grub
to whisper in
my ear
the song it
thinks
is mine--

not mine! no--
not mine!

no, you see,
my november song
it is a Birth
song

it lulls for me
in my playpants
snuffing out
the
candles like
a Protestant,
on the
pyre

and i had
a head there
between two shoulders
that became a fist
the fingers
all worn out
from cutting,
cutting,
it got
tuckered out
from
shaking!
shaking--

out! out! it is
not mine! no,
not mine!

not, today.

my song is
another day,
you see,
dear boy
you misunderstood
it is,

tommorow? no, no
not mine!

and every note,
another petal,
and oh,
could i say
an I'm Sorry,
I just wanted
a kiss--
too late
too late, it's
not mine!

not mine!

and will you
bury it?
push it in it's
glovebox
not so deep that
God can't
find it,
not so deep
that it
becomes coal
before the
worms have a
feast

and they don't
know it-- and
i wont tell them,
but they
Do sing it!
tra la la!
the grass is singing
it!
the birds are talking
talking,
talking--
yes yes! rapture!
they are
singing, singing,
singing it!
each day a note
one half for each
hour, and bless it,
an eighth for
every minute,
la de da!
a sixteenth
each tick,
and then, with
a mighty
Harah! a
breathless
gentle

coda.

 

Re (((( h@Ppy b1r7hd4y )))) » kid_A

Posted by dreamer on November 29, 2001, at 11:39:51

In reply to p03m 4 my b1r7hd4y (2day) -- Song Of November., posted by kid_A on November 29, 2001, at 10:33:15

>
> SONG OF NOVEMBER
>
>
> the song of november
> is upon us, it waits
> like an awful
> surprise--
> oh it's got a
> cousin,
> you know him--
> mr. sun
>
> it waits because
> of
> inevitable--
> and
> waits--
> each day,
> perchance,
> to rise!
>
> it is like Minos
> who waits for
> me--
>
> Him wants me like
> raindrops in a
> beach pail
>
> Him wants me like
> a paycheck
>
> Him wants me in
> a nightshirt, to
> stamp his boot on me
> and shove me
> in a pinebox
>
> Him wants to
> push my peg into a
> Circle
>
> Him wants me snug
> as a bug in a
> cyclone, my
> lovebug--
> full of kisses
>
> deep blue
> kiss, doomed yet
> still a
> kiss
>
> how beautiful!
>
> and all around
> me
> my little karaoke
> november
> propping me up
> like Charles IX
> on his
> buiscuit
>
> that waited
> for my age
> its crawling up
> like a grub
> to whisper in
> my ear
> the song it
> thinks
> is mine--
>
> not mine! no--
> not mine!
>
> no, you see,
> my november song
> it is a Birth
> song
>
> it lulls for me
> in my playpants
> snuffing out
> the
> candles like
> a Protestant,
> on the
> pyre
>
> and i had
> a head there
> between two shoulders
> that became a fist
> the fingers
> all worn out
> from cutting,
> cutting,
> it got
> tuckered out
> from
> shaking!
> shaking--
>
> out! out! it is
> not mine! no,
> not mine!
>
> not, today.
>
> my song is
> another day,
> you see,
> dear boy
> you misunderstood
> it is,
>
> tommorow? no, no
> not mine!
>
> and every note,
> another petal,
> and oh,
> could i say
> an I'm Sorry,
> I just wanted
> a kiss--
> too late
> too late, it's
> not mine!
>
> not mine!
>
> and will you
> bury it?
> push it in it's
> glovebox
> not so deep that
> God can't
> find it,
> not so deep
> that it
> becomes coal
> before the
> worms have a
> feast
>
> and they don't
> know it-- and
> i wont tell them,
> but they
> Do sing it!
> tra la la!
> the grass is singing
> it!
> the birds are talking
> talking,
> talking--
> yes yes! rapture!
> they are
> singing, singing,
> singing it!
> each day a note
> one half for each
> hour, and bless it,
> an eighth for
> every minute,
> la de da!
> a sixteenth
> each tick,
> and then, with
> a mighty
> Harah! a
> breathless
> gentle
>
> coda.

 

Re: Re (((( h@Ppy b1r7hd4y ))))

Posted by sar on November 29, 2001, at 12:31:35

In reply to Re (((( h@Ppy b1r7hd4y )))) » kid_A, posted by dreamer on November 29, 2001, at 11:39:51

happy birthday, beautiful poet!

much love,
sar

 

Re: Re (((( h@Ppy b1r7hd4y )))) (nm) » sar

Posted by tina on November 29, 2001, at 15:08:23

In reply to Re: Re (((( h@Ppy b1r7hd4y )))), posted by sar on November 29, 2001, at 12:31:35

 

Hippy Birthday! (nm)

Posted by Krazy Kat on November 29, 2001, at 17:53:59

In reply to p03m 4 my b1r7hd4y (2day) -- Song Of November., posted by kid_A on November 29, 2001, at 10:33:15

 

Happy birthday, cool poem!!

Posted by janejj on November 29, 2001, at 21:50:17

In reply to p03m 4 my b1r7hd4y (2day) -- Song Of November., posted by kid_A on November 29, 2001, at 10:33:15

>
> SONG OF NOVEMBER
>
>
> the song of november
> is upon us, it waits
> like an awful
> surprise--
> oh it's got a
> cousin,
> you know him--
> mr. sun
>
> it waits because
> of
> inevitable--
> and
> waits--
> each day,
> perchance,
> to rise!
>
> it is like Minos
> who waits for
> me--
>
> Him wants me like
> raindrops in a
> beach pail
>
> Him wants me like
> a paycheck
>
> Him wants me in
> a nightshirt, to
> stamp his boot on me
> and shove me
> in a pinebox
>
> Him wants to
> push my peg into a
> Circle
>
> Him wants me snug
> as a bug in a
> cyclone, my
> lovebug--
> full of kisses
>
> deep blue
> kiss, doomed yet
> still a
> kiss
>
> how beautiful!
>
> and all around
> me
> my little karaoke
> november
> propping me up
> like Charles IX
> on his
> buiscuit
>
> that waited
> for my age
> its crawling up
> like a grub
> to whisper in
> my ear
> the song it
> thinks
> is mine--
>
> not mine! no--
> not mine!
>
> no, you see,
> my november song
> it is a Birth
> song
>
> it lulls for me
> in my playpants
> snuffing out
> the
> candles like
> a Protestant,
> on the
> pyre
>
> and i had
> a head there
> between two shoulders
> that became a fist
> the fingers
> all worn out
> from cutting,
> cutting,
> it got
> tuckered out
> from
> shaking!
> shaking--
>
> out! out! it is
> not mine! no,
> not mine!
>
> not, today.
>
> my song is
> another day,
> you see,
> dear boy
> you misunderstood
> it is,
>
> tommorow? no, no
> not mine!
>
> and every note,
> another petal,
> and oh,
> could i say
> an I'm Sorry,
> I just wanted
> a kiss--
> too late
> too late, it's
> not mine!
>
> not mine!
>
> and will you
> bury it?
> push it in it's
> glovebox
> not so deep that
> God can't
> find it,
> not so deep
> that it
> becomes coal
> before the
> worms have a
> feast
>
> and they don't
> know it-- and
> i wont tell them,
> but they
> Do sing it!
> tra la la!
> the grass is singing
> it!
> the birds are talking
> talking,
> talking--
> yes yes! rapture!
> they are
> singing, singing,
> singing it!
> each day a note
> one half for each
> hour, and bless it,
> an eighth for
> every minute,
> la de da!
> a sixteenth
> each tick,
> and then, with
> a mighty
> Harah! a
> breathless
> gentle
>
> coda.

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