Sunday, 17 February 2013


Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Thirty Two.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.”Some duties we will share underneath. The best seat is reserved for you from the beginning. I’ll put you in the center because you the navel of my script. As ever the fifth row. In the vicinity to horns in the musicians pit, actresses’ skirts and hesitation of a garter”. “So that I see the show the way you had it in your head”. “The knight of the suspenders, it works another way your know. Here there is no future. Here there is no past. The present is a dress rehearsal because we stage it Live”.

 

 

 

 

“The second round was His Majesty Masoch,

 I strived to prove myself,

For alien and masochistic reasons,

That love endures all,

When one of us becomes submissive none,

A rug endures military boots,

Stiletto heels and barefooted,

Making love and lost in passion lovers,

I was a gardener,

 Planting another love,

Winds didn’t shift easily there,

All climate changes sailed,

 I brought it forth,

I warmed it up,

I love it and I cherished,

I had the right to kill,

The wonder or the monster I created,

I cut its legs and arms,

With shatters of a broken vase,

Only the face remained like crystal,

Unscarred and unretouched,

Wrinkled with fingerprints on it,

At the beginning of my crimes,

I counted the cuts,

 I lost count of madness very quickly,

You ask  ‘Why did you kill?’

I wished one day it’d cut me loose,

But everything grew dark,

My mind grew darker than one million winters,

With every cut,

It lessened to a short-lived bum,

‘It’s  wrong’  they say,

It was one way of my resistance,

I cut, I cut, I cut,

Until I didn’t feel,

I buried it in snow,

To get away with other people’s crimes,

Unsolved because of the long distance,

‘Why did you kill?’

Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask,

We cut anything that we love,

When we lose self-esteem,

It is the way we do resist and grow,

I made my way crawling in him,

He was so slippery inside,

I fell, I fell, I fell,

His whole body smiled,

He stopped looking for her,

Because I was in any place but near,

His whole body laughed,

Exploding with pleasure,

I tried to find fire escape into my dark,

I tried to find a key,

That will unlock his heart,

And to release me from my cell,

Where I was a volunteer,

I failed I failed I failed,

Because I loved”.

 

 

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