God is probably just minding his own business.
I saw him,
his eyes were flat like the sea when the air is suffocating.
At night, shining, black.
What's his name?
I'll call him Yohei.
I guess I'm the only idiot in the world that thought that.
When I walk I don't know what to do with my hands.
Should I keep them still? It would look strange,
but when I realise I sway swaying feels unnatural.
If God can see everything he must have seen some weird shit.
That's why he just minds his own business.
I would too.
Monday, May 22, 2017
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Greenhorn
I'm green and fresh and vegetable.
I've grown but still am, never done.
Don't expect me to know what the tree knows,
don't expect me to understand what it's felt.
When I've yet to bloom any flower,
And still reek of a chlorophyll smell.
Don't ask me to know where the wind goes,
don't ask me to tell what it's seen.
I've yet to be faced by true winter,
not yet become bistre just green.
Do not expect me to have known,
the answer that hasn't yet seen my head.
For the night-blooming jasmine's response
filled me with nothing but dread.
For the night-blooming jasmine's response
filled me with nothing but dread.
Lapine, non.
New God of the Rising Sun I: Demeter
Arise! Awaken!
Lady, the earth has shaken!
The earth split, ripe
fruit beneath my feet.
The earth split, ripe
fruit beneath my feet.
As demeter watched upon
pomegranates, I watched upon sweet
Eyes which only then turned to look,
once at the closer, available, unripe fruit.
Rise! Awaken!
Lady, the thunder's stricken!
A child chasing a crow,
prey bird praying to be preyed upon.
Song to coo to caw.
prey bird praying to be preyed upon.
Song to coo to caw.
The wind cold and heavy,
the breath sick and sad.
The ribs giving way to the un-derstand.
Escaping from the kind grasp that I must bite
through, for I cannot stand.
through, for I cannot stand.
Then I rose, awakened.
For the Lady my the earth had shaken.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Nineteen Twenty-six
I bit it open to see my heart
reflected within the eyes of a wolf.
Canines that played games with a coney,
not aware that it knows. It knows.
It stands its ground, muffled and stuttered,
acquiescing under the pressuring song.
Canines that played games with a coney,
not aware that it knows. It knows.
It stands its ground, muffled and stuttered,
acquiescing under the pressuring song.
The words bloom upon the moonlight's shutters,
for the ensnared ones to feast upon.
for the ensnared ones to feast upon.
And once the beast decides to keep quiet,
it chews deep down guts, chest and bone.
Monday, December 26, 2016
Je Te Veux
Si tu as compris ma détresse:
Arrêtez, chère amoureuse.
Si tu as compris mon désarroi:
S'il vous plaît, cesse.
Don't raise my hopes with such foul play,
your constant praise that makes me ripple.
Don't leave me in such disarray,
with sweet words you think so simple.
Don't speak to me with that sweet voice
that you speak with to all these people,
because my I cannot handle the joys,
and such lies shall leave me crippled.
I cannot hide I am a fool,
and playfully flirt or laugh,
when you dare call me beautiful
and call her too, so unabashed.
Do you call someone else so charming?
Or are your compliments only mine?
I find your manner quite disarming,
and want to hear it all the time.
I know now the stomach was lies,
for my chest is the nest of butterflies.
Je te veux.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Cutlery Waltz
I ask you, fill up my heart.
As a teacup, to the brim.
Camomille, rooibos, chai,
Just two sugars and no milk.
I want to fill up my heart,
but all I do is burn my tongue.
My premonition is, perchance,
that I feel things so out of tone?
I want you to fill up my heart.
I want to fill my heart with you.
But when you link your hand and mine
I feel so sick it all will spew.
I want you to fill up my heart,
but I'm no cup, held by no saucer.
And if it were to be filled up,
it all would spill and spell disaster.
it all would spill and spell disaster.
Thursday, October 27, 2016
You Know, Today
You know, today
it was my name you called.
I believed you'd forgot it,
but instead you recalled!
You know, today
I heard your name.
The name that once
had no surname.
You know, today
I wish I had spoken more.
I wish I had seized the chance
to hear the voice that I adore.
You know, today...
No, I'm sure you don't.
That I am shy even
when it seems I am not.
You know, today
I wish you'd known
that I want to take in any
detail of how you shone.
Today, I know
I am heliotrope.
Turning my face to the sun,
a childish need to run.
– -Leur Lapine- –
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