An SMS
saying: »Is that you?«
appears on the screen
I begin to erase the words
of the unknown sender
a miscalculated error
catching me at a bad moment
giving me chills and thrills
making me sick and making me whole –
how will I ever be able to answer that?
I – it's all about the EYE –
would love to belong,
to respond to an actual
name and an address,
to feel and to
put in a song
the sameness of my people
to let it get under my skin
and crawl into my limbs
and sigh across my chest
and cry and bye and bye
– it's all about the EYE –
devour what was left of my Why
and How and Who and Where
my pussy riot claws I think I'll spare
for days on end, just leave them there
Am striving to reach for the answer
somewhere in the abyss of the When
and the Now –
using so many capital letters
no one is actually going to believe me
Someone asking me who I was,
most likely a kid playing boss
aiming for friendship,
the more the better,
perfect value inflation
It's all about the answers and I –
it's all about the I –
don't seem to know
to grow
to flow
across the issue of Who
knowing only who claims me
as theirs
as ours and not some other's
piece of art. Fart.
thing is, I could go anywhere
and just dillute
change the color of my hair
and salute the obvious choice
the never-ending, ever-mending
shrill nightmare
of butchery in the name of belonging
in the name of belongings
in a society that uses thong-pins
and S&M sms's
dresses up
as people
when all it is is a beast
with a dollar sign for an eye
– It's truly all about the I –
beholders or not
we are sickening slippery beings
and if there is a choice we made
then we're consiously chosing
condescension in the name of the
superior breed of flesh
of dress of mess of less
than a poppy seed.
that's how big of an ego eagle you are,
I keep telling myself
so as not to go bonkers in Yonkers
so as to truly be –
it's all about the I and the BE –
worth the question
the sms question
the S&M question
the unanswerable question
of some whimpy kid
BE – it's all about the bee,
the flower and the tree –
free and see
and just claim the We
and the teeny tiny Bee
A tribe of so many
devoured entities
that we are
that we admit ourselves to be
keeps naming and taming
the nature of Me
keeps wining and dining
in the bowels of
mother-father earth
– Please, help yourselves to a
drilling of a hole in your
mother-father's chest!
pull them by the hair and
never let them rest! –
but truthfully
I don't think
my tribe wants my eyes to see
that being a human is shameful to me.
I pick up the phone and answer the kid
I write down my name in reply
and utter a slight imperceptible sigh
as the poppy seed bursts
and the answer is clear:
in capital letters of my
first and last name
I type the weird words:
"I don't think it's me."
Poslano:
24. 09. 2012 ob 17:37
Spremenjeno:
24. 09. 2012 ob 19:57
jp, tole je bilo definitivno napisano za branje naglas.
sicer pa je ne mislim imet zakoličene v dokončni obliki, zagotovo se bo še spreminjala, hotela sem samo malo sprobat, kako se nanjo odzivajo drugi.
začelo se je pravzaprav s tem, da sem hotela prevesti rimano/ritmično pesem v EN, pol sem se pa spomnila na razne slame in podobno - no, rezultat je za prvo silo povsem drugačna pesem.
Cheers!
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