Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Well Is Full of Pennies*

Eumaeus 635

A ladder against my night window
a peculiar gospel of forgetting
a dreaming stairwell in an electric bedroom
the simple fashion of assassination
moves me to claim safety in the storms of bliss
and carve fame from doubtful fire
and loveless smiles
to witness the wild and windblown shore
to hear the eternal itchy sirens
to finally fall victim to their expectation
and gain admittance to the waves no more.


Diego's king
that man of Spain
surprised by teeth
made by decency
wouldn't be so passionate
had he answered his own reflection
where he bears the glowing of abandon
of pianos and executions
and rumors of vengeance without dreaming
his Velazquez daughters
rather muddled in his pockets
watched over by that frumpy idiot
the tiny lady eyeless,
victim of gravity.

*Tom Waits- The Fall Of Troy

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Jesus Blood Never Failed Me Yet*

Eumaeus 632
A little bitching and the plague is upon us
we fools we beat the length of our absence with a jaw
and pull a coup from the mouths of our poor
these nests of nettles and copper
they settle us as lent lords  even though we
often place our feet between our teeth
 but, nevermind, the bodies reasons will  cleverly manage
to deliver us to joy

who but a friend may take shelter
in rooms of the dead?
who buys our memories
and resells them at a profit?
who but man with eventual aliases
will be hurt in the market of oblivion?
who will lead us out of redemption?

O common bitch
you fucked up and left a bone
had you come back you'd 've
found at least one
in matters of faintest laughter
we are worse for our suspicions
we are commonplace drifting criminals
without suspicion
and lie to each other affectionately
on a boat named no direction.

* Gavin Bryars